Chapter Eighteen
The lunch rush was over and the dining tent had emptied out as the ladies drifted off to enjoy the activities. Arthur was cleaning up tables when he felt an arm on his shoulder. He turned and found himself face to face with Julie.
“Oh, Miss Julie,” he gulped, “I didn’t …”
“Hi, Arthur.”
Strange how his real name from those lips didn’t cause the flush of panic that it did from anyone else. He smiled.
“How can I help you, Miss Julie?”
“Leave those dishes,” she said. “Jenett said I could have you for the rest of the day.”
“Yes, Miss Julie,” he said wondering what Julie might have planned.
She strode out of the tent with Arthur following. Race day was named for the ponyboy racing that took place at the track. It was only a small part of what really went on. Racing had b
