yes. But then when the time actually comes, I just dread it and donât want to go.â
âBut when you go ahead, you wind up enjoyinâ yourself, donât you?â
âWell . . . usually,â Phyllis admitted.
âThatâs the way thisâll be,â Sam said confidently. âYouâll get there and youâll have a fine time. Just keep tellinâ yourself that.â
âIâll try,â Phyllis said.
Traffic cooperated, so it was only twelve thirty when they reached the fairgrounds. Phyllis was supposed to be at the broadcast set at one oâclock, so that gave them plenty of time to park and walk into the grounds. The fair was busy, even though it was the middle of the week.
Carolyn pointed at several school buses in the parking lot and said in an ominous tone, âField trips.â
âI know,â Phyllis said. âThat sight brings up a lot of memories.â
âAnd not good ones, for the most part.â
Eve said, âIâm just glad we didnât have to worry about that in high school. The seniors always took a trip somewhere, but it wasnât like what the elementary schools did. I suppose the administration thought that by the time the kids were in high school, they were getting enough of an outside education on their own.â
âThatâs sure the truth,â Sam said.
Peggy said, âYou know, I sort of envy the four of you, having all those shared experiences with the schools. Me, I helped my husband run his furniture stores. I donât have any old furniture store buddies.â
Carolyn patted her cousin on the shoulder. âWeâll be your buddies, Peggy.â
âYeah, while youâre here. But what happens when the fair is over and you go back to Weatherford?â
âWell . . . we could come and visit again. Or you could come and visit us.â
âPeople say theyâll do things like that, but we all know that when the time comes, they usually donât.â
âThis will be different,â Carolyn said. âYouâll see.â
Peggy didnât seem convinced, but she didnât say any more about it.
As they approached the Creative Arts Building, Phyllis spotted a familiar figure standing to one side of the entrance. Gloria Kimball was as sleekly blond and beautiful as ever as she stood there with a microphone in her hand. Her bearded, shaggy-looking cameraman had his video camera balanced on his shoulder as he pointed it at her. The two of them were probably recording another segment for the local TV station, Phyllis thought.
As she and the others started into the building, a womanâs voice suddenly called, âMrs. Newsom! Wait just a minute!â Phyllis looked over in surprise and saw Gloria Kimball walking quickly toward her, followed by the cameraman. Gloria went on, âMrs. Newsom, could I have just a minute of your time?â
Surprised that Gloria Kimball even knew who she was, Phyllis was a little flustered as she stopped. Her friends came to a halt as well. Phyllis always tried to be polite unless someone gave her a reason not to be, so she said, âWell, I suppose so. But only a minute. I have to be somewhere.â
âOf course you do,â Gloria said with the same sort of smile usually sported by Joye Jameson. TV personalities seemed to be able to summon the expression at a secondâs notice. Phyllis wondered if their cheeks and jaws sometimes ached from smiling so much, or if they got used to it. âIâm sure youâre a very busy woman, since youâre famous now.â
âOh, Iâm notââ
âWhat else could you call it when youâve created the best funnel cake at the State Fair of Texas? Donât be modest, Mrs. Newsom. Thatâs quite an accomplishment. Iâm Gloria Kimball, by the way.â
Carolyn said, âOh, we know who you are. We used to watch you every day on
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