The stores were open late, and the streets were crowded. The cotton farmers all came to town on Saturday, and it wasn’t easy to find a parking place on the streets in front of the stores. That had all changed now. The streetlights still came on when the sun went down, but the streets were deserted. The old buildings were dark, and it was impossible to tell now what kind of businesses had been in them. Even the movie theater facades were anonymous, and most of the older residents had forgotten exactly where the Saturday matinees had been shown. Tonight, however, there was one exception to the darkness. The lights were on in the art gallery, and their glow spilled out onto the sidewalk. Cars lined the street in front of the building. Although the senior center was closed, the outside was lighted. It was almost as if the town had come alive again. By the time Rhodes and Ivy arrived at the art gallery, the festivities had already begun. The crowd was bigger than Rhodes had expected. Seepy Benton sat on a stool at one end of the gallery, strumming his guitar softly.
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