Chapter 13Week 5, Sunday
Lachlan
Considering I’d run my stall alone for ages, days enlivened by no more than the occasional exchange with a site neighbor, feeling lonely was laughable. The place was jam-packed again. Apparently everyone who hadn’t been able to come the week before, because of the fire, had made the trip today. The only thing missing was Taran.
Well, that was enough, wasn’t it? Four weekends in his company, the best weekends of any Frolicke I’d done. I was bound to miss him.
The event had, as usual, fallen into a rhythm governed by the main stage. Heavy traffic of browsers and buyers during the fifteen-minute breaks between performances left a good thirty or so minutes per hour when I was only moderately busy. I wasn’t in the mood to work on anything except my growing c
