Chapter 13: The Fair
Dad pulled me aside that evening when dinner was over. He ran his hands over each other. “Suzanne, would you mind doing the fair for me this year? It’s hard enough to go out on a boat, but sitting that long at the fair might do me in tomorrow.”
“Of course.” I gave him a worried look. “I love to go to the fair.”
“But you’ve never done it alone. You’ve usually gone with me.”
I glanced over at Charlie. “Would you mind going with?”
“Well, sure, but what is this fair? Why are you needing to go?”
Dad leaned into the fridge for a drink. “Not much in the way of fishing during the winter, and I don’t bring in as much with the fishing as some of the younger men can or those with bigger crews. I supplement our income with some woodworking I do during the winter months. Go each year to the fair and flea markets that spring up for the tourists. Suzanne just needs some help with setting up and selling the stuff.”