Summer was drawing to a close, and with it the local Summer fairgrounds. Still, for one last day of summer it would have one last hurrah. It was a photo opportunity Inque couldn’t miss, and so she’d pencilled in her schedule: Summer Festival. Date. Narcissus Jonquil. Wear the front-tie shirt with the polka dots.
Narcissus was one of many suitors she kept both on her arm and at arm’s length. Inque had a certain innocence to her stage personality to maintain, but even so, ...
