Chapter 9Week 4, Saturday
Lachlan
No need to say I was happy with Taran’s reaction to my invitation. The reaction being prompt and smiling acceptance, of course I was bloody happy. We went our separate ways from the site, me to get home and tend to any disorder, Taran to pack an overnight kit. He could have come in his Frolicke clothes and I’d’ve been fine. We were close enough to the same size, any of my things would fit him; but I certainly understood the wish to bring some of himself along. Plus he could offload the goods in his car and not have to worry about parking with all that in an unfamiliar neighborhood.
Back when the event was founded, the Frolicke hours were ten till seven both weekend days. Since I’d been with it, they’d changed things up. Vendors and a variety of entertai
