The County Fair Queen

Chapter Two

COTTON CANDY WAFFLES

On our way to Tallulah's town square, we drove past Fletcher Family Vineyard. I debated hurling myself out of Rivers' pickup and escaping into my childhood home, but he was going well over eighty-miles-per-hour. Being a delicate little thing with an aversion to agonizing pain, I quickly kicked that idea to the curb.

Jordan had mentioned they wanted to film a scene at Minnie's diner, a local hotspot catering to early-bird seniors and waffle-loving youths. The crew had left the airport fifteen minutes before we did, telling us they needed to set up the shot for our arrival. Rivers had agreed to take the long way into the city, but the scenic route only tacked another ten minutes onto the trip.