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. Coffee? she asked. Two. Bobby held up his fingers. With cream. Scott nodded as he placed hissheriff s hat on the seat next to him. Aaiiee! That was a mess.Thanks, Bobby.I don t think they would have gonewithout your offer and that speech. It was nothing.Besides, they re good people.A little fanatical for my tastes, butthey mean well.Once they realized they were hurting the town, and that it was theChristian thing to do, I knew they d leave. You said you needed to talk? Scott asked as the server put two thick white chinamugs of coffee and two silver pots of milk on the table.Bobby picked out a few sugar packets, shook them, ripped off the tops, andpoured them into his coffee.Then he added his milk, making the dark fluid turncaramel colored.Scott liked his sweet but black. Yeah.I got the weather report for Sunday.Big thunderstorms moving in.Onehundred percent chance of rain. Merde! My words exactly. Bobby took a sip of the brew.Both men knew the financialloss of a rained-out day. What s your rainout plan? Scott took a sip of his. What do you think about holding the costume contest on Friday night instead ofSunday afternoon? You ve done this chair thing before.What would you do? Bobbydidn t have a problem asking for recommendations, especially from Scott.He dpractically raised the younger man and loved him like his own son.Scott was sharp.Ifhe wasn t, Bobby would never have handed over the pack or his position as sheriff tothe man. 106 Lynn LorenzScott thought about it, his gaze on his coffee.Then he lifted his head. I d have iton Saturday. I thought of that, but Saturday s booked solid.I have six bands on that stage allday and all night long. Bobby shook his head. I d have to cancel one of them, andthat s the deposit down the drain plus a penalty.As it is, we re going to lose all therevenue we would have made on Sunday, pay back the deposits of the bands we cancel,and I have to still pay the amusement ride folks for every day the rides are up. He ranhis hand over his hair. Damn.Right.Still it s short notice.People have been working on their costumes,expecting it to be on Sunday. Well, I ve been thinking.We have everyone registered for the contest online, andI can e-mail them all about the change, offer them to either show up tomorrow or gettheir registration money back.Those that were going to just drop in on Sunday, well,it ll be raining, and they won t come anyway. Scott nodded. That d work.Good thinking about the online registration. Well, Ralph Montview s kid, Brandon, designed the site for us.Man, that boy hasa future ahead of him.Thanks to him, we have presold tickets, online contestregistration, maps, even an app for the schedule of events for people s phones. Wow.I ll have to look at the site.He s going to LSU next fall.I know Ralph isbusting with pride over that boy of his. Scott grinned. For an old dog, you ve broughtthe festival into the twenty-first century. Thanks.This solution is the best I can do right now.I hate to tell you this, butwe re going to go in the hole this year.We really needed Sunday to make money. Not break even at least? It s that bad? Bobby nodded. Yeah.We could raise the entrance price a buck at the gate, butpeople are going to kick over that.We might have fewer dollars spent overall.What doyou think? Rougaroux Social Club 3: Bayou Loup 107 I say do it, then.Push the contest up to Friday night, during the opening.Thenafterward, the fais-dodo can start.Everyone will be happy once they re dancing. Bobby grinned. Spoken like a true Cajun. Bobby shifted in his seat. There is oneother thing we could do to raise the money, but I m not sure if Father Peder will agree. He shot Scott a look. Sell beer. Scott sat back. You know, he s been against it for years. He shook his head [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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. Coffee? she asked. Two. Bobby held up his fingers. With cream. Scott nodded as he placed hissheriff s hat on the seat next to him. Aaiiee! That was a mess.Thanks, Bobby.I don t think they would have gonewithout your offer and that speech. It was nothing.Besides, they re good people.A little fanatical for my tastes, butthey mean well.Once they realized they were hurting the town, and that it was theChristian thing to do, I knew they d leave. You said you needed to talk? Scott asked as the server put two thick white chinamugs of coffee and two silver pots of milk on the table.Bobby picked out a few sugar packets, shook them, ripped off the tops, andpoured them into his coffee.Then he added his milk, making the dark fluid turncaramel colored.Scott liked his sweet but black. Yeah.I got the weather report for Sunday.Big thunderstorms moving in.Onehundred percent chance of rain. Merde! My words exactly. Bobby took a sip of the brew.Both men knew the financialloss of a rained-out day. What s your rainout plan? Scott took a sip of his. What do you think about holding the costume contest on Friday night instead ofSunday afternoon? You ve done this chair thing before.What would you do? Bobbydidn t have a problem asking for recommendations, especially from Scott.He dpractically raised the younger man and loved him like his own son.Scott was sharp.Ifhe wasn t, Bobby would never have handed over the pack or his position as sheriff tothe man. 106 Lynn LorenzScott thought about it, his gaze on his coffee.Then he lifted his head. I d have iton Saturday. I thought of that, but Saturday s booked solid.I have six bands on that stage allday and all night long. Bobby shook his head. I d have to cancel one of them, andthat s the deposit down the drain plus a penalty.As it is, we re going to lose all therevenue we would have made on Sunday, pay back the deposits of the bands we cancel,and I have to still pay the amusement ride folks for every day the rides are up. He ranhis hand over his hair. Damn.Right.Still it s short notice.People have been working on their costumes,expecting it to be on Sunday. Well, I ve been thinking.We have everyone registered for the contest online, andI can e-mail them all about the change, offer them to either show up tomorrow or gettheir registration money back.Those that were going to just drop in on Sunday, well,it ll be raining, and they won t come anyway. Scott nodded. That d work.Good thinking about the online registration. Well, Ralph Montview s kid, Brandon, designed the site for us.Man, that boy hasa future ahead of him.Thanks to him, we have presold tickets, online contestregistration, maps, even an app for the schedule of events for people s phones. Wow.I ll have to look at the site.He s going to LSU next fall.I know Ralph isbusting with pride over that boy of his. Scott grinned. For an old dog, you ve broughtthe festival into the twenty-first century. Thanks.This solution is the best I can do right now.I hate to tell you this, butwe re going to go in the hole this year.We really needed Sunday to make money. Not break even at least? It s that bad? Bobby nodded. Yeah.We could raise the entrance price a buck at the gate, butpeople are going to kick over that.We might have fewer dollars spent overall.What doyou think? Rougaroux Social Club 3: Bayou Loup 107 I say do it, then.Push the contest up to Friday night, during the opening.Thenafterward, the fais-dodo can start.Everyone will be happy once they re dancing. Bobby grinned. Spoken like a true Cajun. Bobby shifted in his seat. There is oneother thing we could do to raise the money, but I m not sure if Father Peder will agree. He shot Scott a look. Sell beer. Scott sat back. You know, he s been against it for years. He shook his head [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]