Helen rotated to face the back seat, groaning. “Our town always holds the market in Eagle Park each year. The organizers designated sections as ten-by-ten areas lettered A to O. Booth A has belonged to the Palizzi Family Farm for a long time. The family started the festival eight years ago and currently sponsors the event. They grow the best peaches in the valley, and they only bring a few bushels to each market. A few of us compete for the space next to them because the convenient location brings us certain privileges.”
I shifted in my seat to face Helen directly. “Privileges? What kind?”
“After people come through the entrance, they usually stop to taste the free slices of heaven first. The sound of fruit being sliced is almost magical. They walk right by our stand after Palizzi’s inst
