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Martha moved toward her, her long, flowing shirt cascading behind her in a swirl of white and blue.
“Martha, how are you?” Allison asked as Martha stopped in front of her. She lifted her hand, her bangles sliding down her arm in a clatter.
“Got to catch my breath. You think all the sex I’ve been having would help to strengthen my lungs. I need to eat more chestnuts. Anyway, at least I know my thighs are getting stronger.”
Ever since Martha’s relationship with Joe became town knowledge, she never shied away from telling anyone who would listen all about their sexcapades. At least someone was having sex.
“Okay, I’m good. You’re just the woman I had hoped to see.”
“What can I do for you, Martha?”
“Connie put my booth all the way at the far end of the fairgrounds this year. That cheapskate was mad I didn’t give her a discount the last time she was in my store. I’m a business. Not even a whore house puts out for free, you know what I’m saying.”
Allison didn’t even skip a beat. “For sure. Have to make your money.”
“Exactly. I knew you would get it.”
Allison still didn’t understand what her part was in all of this, though.
“So I hoped you could highlight my booth, get me some air time. I can do an interview with you and talk about all my new products. I have a new salve for jock itch. You know it’s that time of year with all the sweating going on down there. I have an aloe-based moisturizer that is great for after a day in the sun. I have some Fenugreek pills that are known to enhance your libido and improve sexual function.”
“Okay,” Allison said. “Why don’t we skip all the sex drive stuff and stick to the things that go with the summer theme, and maybe don’t say jock itch on air.”
Martha huffed. “Pretty soon you won’t be allowed to speak on air. You’ll just have to sit there and look pretty. Though you would have no problem in that department, dear.”
“Thank you, Martha.” Allison turned toward the crowd, scanning for a familiar face. “Let me grab Larry, and we’ll meet you at your booth.”
“Once you think you get to the end, keep walking and then walk some more. That’s where you’ll find me.”
“You got it.”
Martha inhaled deeply and put her hand over her eyes, blocking the sun. “Maybe I should invest in a scooter for this weekend.”
“Come on, Martha. Use those thigh muscles!”
Martha straightened and headed toward the horizon. Allison spun around and searched for Larry. He wasn’t exactly easy to miss. He was a large man with a liking for anything fried. Bingo.
She headed to the food truck they had finished interviewing earlier, where they let them sample their fried Oreos and funnel cake lobster poppers. Allison was skeptical, but the funnel cake was delicious, and from appearances, she’d wager to say that Larry agreed.
“Larry,” she said, and he turned with his hand at his mouth, the lobster funnel cake half in. “Need to do one more shoot.”
He nodded and shoved the rest of the funnel cake into his mouth.
“You didn’t have to—” She shook her head with a laugh. “You might want to grab a napkin or three.”
Monica, the food truck owner, handed him a pile of napkins, and Larry took them gratefully, wiping his face down.
“Larry,” Allison said, and when he looked, she pointed to his shirt that was covered in crumbs. He swatted at his chest, and Allison stifled a giggle. Some things never changed.
“I’m looking forward to seeing your girls,” Monica said to Larry.
“They’re looking forward to it, too. Your truck is always the first place we stop.”
“You’re too sweet.”
Allison smiled and gave Monica a wave while she waited for Larry to get into motion. Finally, he joined her and they made their trek across the fairgrounds to Martha.
“She wasn’t kidding,” Larry said. “Connie really screwed her here.”
