9
The next morning, I was at the shop at seven a.m. Daniel was due at seven fifteen with his friend who had a big enough truck to pull the trailer with all of us on it. That was something I hadn’t thought of, so I was glad Daniel was on top of all things mechanical. If I had been left to my own devices, we would have been pushing the float down Main Street.
By eight, we had the float attached to the trailer, and Daniel had even convinced his friend to tie a stuffed Snoopy plush to his truck like a hood ornament. The parade began at nine, and so now all we had to do was wait and eat cinnamon rolls. I could do that easily, especially when Rocky handed me a huge latte sprinkled with cinnamon and sugar crystals.
“Oh man, this is gorgeous.” I looked over. “Is that Woodstock in my foam?”
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