#Chapter 164 The Fair

Charles The city was more lively by the time we made it back, and it was easier to focus on the present rather than worrying about how to handle Jackson. More cars were on the road, so it made it a little more difficult to reach the park, but we arrived in enough time. "There," I said, pointing to where Kelly was seated with Cecil at a park table. Gregory pulled into the parking lot, and I climbed out. Other people looked up as I crossed the area toward her. Cecil looked up at me with bright eyes. "Uncle Charles!" She frowned. "You can't play in the show in a suit." I chuckled. "I think I probably could if I really wanted." Kelly turned to me, her eyes wide with anxiety as she gnawed on her lip. Richard's stroller was beside her; the bassinet cover was closed. "I'm so sorry," she said. "I didn't know who else to call. Eason isn't allowed to drive, right?" "You're fine," I said. "Do you need a ride home?" She shook her head. "I told my brother to meet me here. He's on his way."