Calvin was surprised at the number of people who had turned up at the high school football stadium to watch the fireworks.
Junior asked Brock for money to buy a funnel cake from one of the concession stands.
“Get me one, too,” Brock said, reaching into his back pocket.
Calvin said he’d get it and pulled out a ten before Brock could protest.
“Thanks, Calvin,” Junior said. “Would you like one, too?”
Calvin shook his head. He was still full from the cookout.
The high risk of being bitten by insects had had Brock putting on a pale-blue long-sleeve button up shirt before they left the house. Calvin had applied more bug killer, ‘just in case.’
“Why’re you starin’ at me?” Brock asked under his breath.
“Just because.” Blue really suited his cowboy.
Brock turned his head away, clearly
