Small city fairs like this one had delighted Rock throughout his lifetime. Exhibits, vendors, and carnival rides were placed around a small lake near downtown, and hundreds of people wandered around them through tall old oaks and evergreens.
He knew lots of people there—Little Roch Hashers, several classmates from high school and college, and a pretty young woman from the Arkansas Traveller 100-Miler, who worked a kiosk selling snowcones and fruit-flavored soft drinks. Rock thought she was beautiful, but he couldn't remember her name, and she showed no sign of recognition as he filled a large paper cup with red punch.
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