Chapter 8: Festival!
Joe stepped buoyantly as they approached the square. The morning was bright and sunny, and while still hot, it was an improvement on the recent sweltering days.
Ed breathed in the smoky barbeque aroma. “Damn, that smells good.”
Jenny laughed. “It’s only nine o’clock.”
“When it comes to barbeque, my stomach doesn’t recognize time.”
Joe snorted and patted Ed’s shoulder. “No rules at a festival. You can eat whatever, whenever.”
This past week, they could have slapped down grilled rat in front of Ed and he would’ve devoured it. Their heavy workload had given him a voracious appetite. “I plan to.”
They wandered toward the carnival rides, and Jenny stuck an elbow in Joe’s ribs. Damn, that thing was pointy. “Jesus, what?”
“Two girls at two o’clock are giving me the ev
