Chapter 12
He let the phone charge for the ten minutes it took to gather all his ingredients together. Kiko knew it was still low on battery but it would have to do, and now even with the rush he couldn’t feel too worried with how relaxed and satisfied he still was. He triple-checked he had everything, not trusting his mind now, and took the time to change Mother. The goose had behaved himself. Then it was back in the truck and over to the Knee High Festival grounds, cooler and bag in tow.
Kiko was late. Not overly late—nothing had started yet—but late enough that most of the grills had already been snagged, and certainly none of the better choices would be left. He hauled his supplies through people setting up, searching for a free space to claim.
“Kiko,” said Sander from behind him, s
