It was about 5pm when we spotted Franklin's truck. The cheese balls were long since gone.
"We're here," I said. I pulled the pumpkin over. It hadn't been raining in Edmonton but it was bucketing down here. Franklin stepped out of his truck. He slammed the door, then ran over to the pumpkin. He opened the passenger door. Tony scooted over to the middle of the seat. Franklin was well over six feet tall and weighed about 250 pounds. He had a huge moustache with lambchop sideburns. Cassie once described him by saying he looked like a giant caught in the act of sneezing a ferret out of his nose.
"How's it going?" he said.
"Not bad," I said.
"My name's Tony," said Tony. "Kent asked me to help out. Well, actually Virginia did. Well, they both did. Nice to meet you."
"Feeling's mutual," said Franklin.
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