Kiko watched Chad and Dom walk off as he calmed himself and his heart steadied. He was altogether too hot and wanted another beer to take off the edge but dismissed the urge immediately. Once he had settled he moved to get the painted wooden signs and put them up. One slid into the grooves above the stand and said simply, “Egg and Spoon Races”; the other listed prices and was easily propped up behind the basket of spoons. Kiko then retreated into the booth to wait in the shade, wondering just how bored he’d be. Generally more people brought their kids to participate on the fourth, leaving him standing around for most of the time on the third.
A surge of families appeared at one and spread out to picnic, a few wandering over to Buddy’s stand for floats, but no one showed up to balance an e
