Dee's POV
“Welcome one and all!" Whitney had her thin brown arms raised above her head like one of those old-timey movie stars. Her skirt blew in the warm breeze, patterned tights at odds with her burgundy sweater and soft camel brown boots. “To the greatest show on earth!"
“Boo! Get off the stage!" Saoirse tossed kettle corn at the tiny brunette who squealed as her friends good-naturedly pelted her. “I want my three-fifty back!"
“Aw, let her have her fun, Irish." Natalie was in the back with me, sharing a soft pretzel with Alice, the quiet bluenette who looked like she was about to fall asleep in her coffee, and Molly, the loveable airhead who could probably bench press an SUV if she tried. We'd bonded on our shared farming background, though Molly hailed from the far pastures of some
