Kelly asked. We’d awakened early and hurried to the school. Everything was ready except for some of the last minute arrangements, and then we hauled it all to the church. Now, most of us were sitting on the Concord Road Bridge over the Interstate, waiting for any arrivals. “I wonder how many?” Kelly questioned again. It was about the fourth or fifth time she’d said it. It was a habit when she was anxious. I responded with the same answer. “Hard to say. Maybe a few. They won’t all come at once; they’ll be trickling in a few at a time.” Yep, same answer as the last four times. Surprisingly, the first arrivals appeared not from the Interstate, but driving down Concord Road. It was a dually truck, much like Rick’s truck, but blue in color. And it was hauling a horse trailer. They drove right up to us and stopped. And then, a very, very large man stepped out. “Damn,” Ruth muttered under her breath.
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