The Wake-Up Call

John, take our pickup. The girls might enjoy riding in the back, letting their hair blow.”

“Really?” said Frannie “I’ve never ridden in a pickup before.”

“I was going to suggest that Naomi go with you, but she’s still sleeping. I think this is a case of you snooze, you lose. Katie, take a couple of quilts. It will be cold in the back when you come home. If you won’t be home in time for dinner, please call and let me know.”

The four girls’ grabbed handbags and sweaters, then settled onto feed bags in the pickup bed.

“Don’t stand up until we get there,” John cautioned. “It’s hard to keep your balance when the pickup is moving.”

The ride into town took less time than it took to find a place to park. The town was bustling and the fairgrounds teemed with people.

“Are we going on the rides?” Frannie asked.

“With the other six-year old’s?” Robin retorted.

“Okay, then. Where are we going?” Frannie turned to John, trying not to look hurt.

“I suggest starting with the Arts and Crafts tent over there,” John said. “When we get hungry, food is in that red and white striped tent next to it. You’ll be impressed at the variety of dishes people bring. I think Mrs. Grayfox mentioned not coming home for dinner because she knows how much amazing food there is. Frannie, that smaller blue and white striped tent over there is the petting zoo. We can stop there to make up for missing the chickens this morning if you want.”