I’ve never been a fan of the pancake banquet, especially when I volunteer to help out. It’s held in the high school cafeteria, and you have to buy tickets for certain time slots, which means I’m here all day when I would usually be making money at my salon. I’m opening up tomorrow to make up for not working today.
I put on my Vote Greene pin, leaving my mom at her booth in the corner of the room. Although if I know her, she’ll be everywhere but there all day, probably passing out pancakes as well.
Naomi Needles approaches as I finish adding plates of pancakes to my tray. “Where’s Gavin Price?”
“Not my day to let him out of the cage,” I say and walk away, but her heels click on the linoleum behind me.
“Come on. He’s supposed to be here, right?”
“I don’t know, Naomi. Why?” I glance over
