Out on the Canton Mains, which is what the huge flats East of town were known as;
George was riding his cycle. Eighteen to twenty miles on Sunday evening,
to steady his mind, body and nerves.
Somewhere to the West, between him and the lights of home was his brother
Henry; who had stopped his race car, walked from the infield toward the stands
to make this phone call..
" Hey - just wanted to pass the message onto you- Sylvia is waiting for you
out on her front porch.Parasol and all- apparently the fair has her wanting a
nice stroll down the midway. You had better attend, Maria says- she came by
so I would let you know."
As George hung up he sighed, his peaceful Sunday evening was over.
He would have to go change out of his loose, dusty comfort; for slacks
and a nice shirt. Why oh why, did he let Love interrupt his ride?
he should never have let curiosity answer the phone...
