CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
Franklin gazed along the town’s main drag, marvelling at the transformation ahead of the New Year’s Eve parade.
Already in place were temporary stages, PA systems and musical apparatus. Stands and a hefty supply of stacked logs for the woodchopping competition were ready, and the axes would come just before the event. The petting zoo awaited the arrival of its star citizens. And barricades blocked traffic, although these would later admit an array of floats that would crawl along Vincent Street.
Everything seemed neat, calm and festive, and Sam had just confirmed peaceful preparations at the other end of the street too.
Georgie drove down Raglan Street in the Spider, spied barricades blocking Vincent Street and swore. She tried to visualise an alternative route.
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