Chapter One Hundred And Twelve
The local carnival was in full, glorious swing and completely packed with huge crowds of excited people when we finally arrived at the wide fairgrounds that beautiful, warm evening. The entire place was a bright explosion of motion and sound. Large, colorful light bulbs of every single shade imaginable—bright reds, deep blues, neon greens, and glowing yellows—twinkled brilliantly across the crowded park, casting a beautiful, warm glow over the concrete walkways. The massive, towering Ferris wheel turned slowly and smoothly against the darkening night sky, its long metal arms carrying laughing couples up into the cool air.
The warm evening air smelled absolutely wonderful, filled to the brim with the delicious, sweet scents of freshly fried dough, hot butte
