Chapter 2Week 1, Saturday
Lachlan
Loading in and locking down the kit that would stay in my stall for the duration of the Frolicke, plus the goods I had to sell, was not a swift operation. Thus I was at the vendors’ gate before they opened on day one. Several of the other vendors were there early too, including Taran. He was out of his car, leaning against it with a travel cup in his hand. I drew in a long, deep breath to screw up my courage, then exited my vehicle.
Naturally I’d parked at the far end of the row from him. Many of those I passed knew me; we exchanged greetings and handshakes, but I didn’t linger. Today I was on a mission. Then of course when I fetched up beside Taran I couldn’t think of a bloody thing to say.
Fortunately, he looked, in a quiet way, delighted to see me.
