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“A little higher on the left, I think.”
Bev pulled the rope tighter, and the Pigsend Harvest Festival banner
rose an inch. On the other side, Vellora Witzel held the other rope steady.
The blonde, broad-shouldered butcher turned to her wife, Ida, who was ten
paces away, surveying the banner with a scrutinizing gaze.
“Well?” Vellora said with an impatient sigh.
“Maybe a little higher?” Ida said.
“Why don’t you come hold it, then?” Vellora huffed. “We’ve been
standing here for half an hour while you dither with it.”
Whereas Vellora was tall and muscular, her wife was small, lithe, with
tawny skin and black, coiled hair that had been pulled in a tight bun today.
Even with their size differences, they were a perfect match, glaring at each
other with equal annoyance.
Bev cleared her throat to break the tension. “Ida?”
“Fine.” She threw her hands in the air. “It’s as good as it’s gonna get, I
suppose. I want everything to be perfect.”
“It will be,” Bev said with an affirming smile as she tied the rope to a
stake in the ground. “Because you’re in charge.”
Ida gave Bev a look. She was the chair of the Harvest Festival
Committee this year, and for the past two weeks, had been scurrying around
like one of Rosie Kelooke’s demon chickens to make sure the seven-day
festival would run smoothly. It was the biggest and most anticipated event
of the year in Pigsend, filled with competitions, vendors, and all sorts of
activities—and brought in a ton of people and business for the economy of
Pigsend before things all but shut down for the winter.
“Well, if that’s all,” Vellora said, sounding a bit less annoyed. “One of us
has to mind the shop, you know. Can’t spend all day here.”
Ida rolled her eyes. “I haven’t asked you to do that much. Just hang the
banner in the square, help us set up the tents and barns for the judging—”
“Reserve two rooms for the festival judges,” Bev said with an easy
smile.
“Well? Consider it easy money,” Ida said.
“Yes, but I’d already had bookings. Had to tell a heartbroken Lazlo
Murtagh that his cousin would have to stay with him this year,” Bev said
with a snicker. “I’ve never seen a person so distraught.”
“Family can be tough,” Vellora said.
“Wouldn’t know.” Bev chuckled as she glanced at the clock atop the
nearby town hall. “I do, however, have a few things in the oven I need to
tend to, so I must be getting back. Ida, if you need anything else, you know
where to find me.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Ida said, gently resting her hand on Vellora’s stomach.
“Thanks, Bev.”
Bev whistled as she walked the short distance back to her beloved
Weary Dragon Inn. It was a quaint building, two stories tall, with white
plaster walls and a thatched roof. It was the only inn in town, and with the
expected influx of farmers, tradesmen, and others eager to compete in the
many different contests held during the festival, Bev was already knee-deep
in preparations.
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