Excerpt
Alan McNeill, after what had happened last year?
Foolish, Sarah, very foolish, she chided herself.
Alan walked ahead of her down the bleachers, taking her arm to
help her to the ground. “Much better landing than last time,” he
said, grinning. He did not release her arm.
Sarah drew away from him and turned to go but he said quickly,
“You’ll be coming to dinner after everything’s finished up here tonight?
We always go to Bradshaw for a meal before going home.”
She hesitated, her thoughts flying to Ben. What would he say if
she didn’t get home to make his supper? But, of course, it was out
of her hands because she had come with Dave and Penny and had
no choice but to go home with them.
“I’d like that, Alan,” she said. She was smiling as she made her
way back to the hall. O
“To Sarah, and the best agricultural fair Nimkus has ever had.”
Dave lifted his wine glass, and Penny and Alan followed, “To Sarah.”
Little David chuckled gleefully and banged the tray of his high
chair with a spoon.
“Good boy, David,” Alan said, then turned to look at Sarah. “Your
admirers start young.”
Sarah smiled. She suddenly realized she had been smiling a lot
today. “Thank you, you’re all very kind, but I’m sure it wasn’t the
best fair ever. And anyway, it’s more to do with Will being the president
than with me being the secretary.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Dave said. “You worked hard
to get people out, and they really responded to your leadership.
There were people there whom I’ve never seen at a fair before.”
“And I’ve never seen so many exhibits,” Penny added, “Even the
town women outdid themselves this year. Well, some of them did,
anyway.”
They laughed knowingly, aware that some of the town matrons
were still annoyed with Will Andrews for having the temerity to get
Ben Fielding’s wife elected secretary of the Agricultural Association.
The conversation turned to the stock show. Sarah glanced around
the dining room of the Bradshaw Hotel. Simply furnished with bare
tables and straight wooden chairs, yet clean and well lit, it seemed…
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