Light aluminum folding chairs screeched on the blacktop parking lot, and there were some giggles too.
Two women in tight black shirts and loose olive skirts stood on scaffolds on either side of the building.
Moon Kyler looked over and saw the mayor.
The Mayor.
A little snot escaped Moon’s nostril when he snorted.
The women, on some cue Moon hadn’t paid attention to, untied the thin ropes holding the black curtain and let it drop to the surface of the parking lot.
People applauded and whistled and oooohed.
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