“The second day of the fair looks like it’ll be as busy as the first. My guess is that everyone who lives in the area showed up,” Harper said.
Staring at a Cinque Terre map in a novelty booth, Reesa said, “These five towns have become so connected, but I’m sure there was a time when they had their own identities, their own interests.”
“Who says that time is past?” Harper asked, and then, against Reesa’s protests, purchased the map and handed it to her.
“Harper, you really didn’t have to,” Reesa said.
“I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. I’ll keep telling you that until it sticks.”
They went to a space where picnic blankets made a riot of color. Directly in front of their blanket was an open expanse. There, Cora played the violin for dancing children.
“She’s magical,” Harper said. They seemed mesmerized.
“You are too. That’s why you fit so well.”
Harper looked at her. “I think the same of you and Myko.”
Reesa traced the blanket squares.