Stephen
I went downstairs to find Laura’s father. He was in the kitchen making himself a cup of coffee.
“Excuse me, Mr. Schneider, can I borrow your truck, and could you help me with something this morning?” I asked him.
“Well, it depends. Is it something illegal?” he replied.
I smiled and said, “No, it’s not illegal.”
He took a sip of his coffee and then said, “I suppose so. What do you need?”
*
Mr. Schneider drove his truck, and we parked it in the parking lot, which was actually just an old farm field.
“I’m still baffled as to why you wanted to come here,” he said to me.
“I promise I will explain it when we get to the spot,” I told him as I unbuckled the seatbelt to get out of the truck.
We started walking over to where the festival was happening.
“I noticed last night that y
