You feel as if the summer is almost gone.
“That’s because it is,” chides Elliott.
Still no sight of this roving band.
Your cousin a couple of counties over said over the phone that an old bus broke down on the highway and had to be towed into Springfield Auto. Rumor is: some hellions were painting the town red while it gets repaired.
You’d go see the scene yourself, except you’ve got no wheels. Neither does Elliott.
So much for summer. So much for your big break.
Leaving the crossroads, you decide to swing by the newsstand. A new issue of Deep Delvers has arrived. #23!
At least you’ve got that going for you.
