Kenna
She couldn’t chaperone her dad, nor did she really want to. The music proved too loud and hokey, the fires made her nervous, and all the power usage for strings of unnecessary lights angered her. She grabbed a premade sandwich, though, and a cookie before Darrin pulled her away from the festivities.
“Great party, huh?”
Ken shrugged. “The noise and light will attract dirt dogs. It’ll be a great party when it’s over and nobody dies.”
“Wow. You’re a morbid little thing, aren’t you?” Scoffing, he led her away from the happy townsfolk. “Well, I see you prettied up for the occasion, so you can’t hate it that much, KC. Anyway, I just wanted to thank you for setting my friend up with your dad. He’s been unhappy for weeks. Even if nothing comes out of this, it’ll probably still cheer him
