Chapter Three
The smells of the county fair were all around him. Growing up in the city, Porco had been to carnivals and amusement parks. He’d been jostled about through the frenzy of busy people rushing their children through the long waiting lines of rides. Or paying fees near the cost of entry to skip to the front of the lines. Only to come off the ride and hurry to make it to the next appointment of hectic diversion.
A small town fair was a unique experience. There was rushing about. But only by the young who were hopped up on sugared candies and fizzy drinks. The adults strolled leisurely, conversing with one another, waving to friends, literally stopping to smell the roses as they checked out a florist’s booth.
“There really is no such thing as love.”
Porco pressed his lips toget
