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me,
Candace thought.
So very bad.
Candace shot up a quick prayer,
God, forgive me for that awful thing I just said. That’s not the way to make friends and convert people.
She had to try to be nicer to Lisa too. From there, though, her thoughts naturally flashed to Kurt. Josh had said that he liked her.
How on earth do I put myself in the way of being asked out? I mean, it made sense when Josh said it, but now I have no idea what that even means.
A vibration in the cart caught her attention. Apparently there had been a long enough period of time without any activity that the cart was getting ready to move elsewhere. Candace took a step backward and let it do its thing. Less than a minute later it began to roll, and she walked alongside it. A few minutes later they arrived at their destination: the colonial area of the History Zone.
In the colonial section of the History Zone, the architecture reflected Revolutionary War-era America. A group of shops and restaurants were arrayed to give the feeling of a town. On the one end of the town was a building split in two. The left side was the printing press, a mini museum where you could learn about the history of the printed word and get a hands-on demonstration of a real old-fashioned printing press, like Benjamin Franklin might have used. On the right side was The Fine Print, a bookstore selling everything from copies of Revolutionary War pamphlets like Thomas Paine’s “Common Sense” to modern fiction and nonfiction books. They also sold a large selection of writing supplies, including pens, pencils, quills, colored inks, parchment, journals, and specialty papers. Next door to that building was the pub, named Poor Richard’s. The pub offered a variety of authentic dishes as well as modern fare. As they dined, patrons listened to stories from costumed characters like Ben Franklin or observed clandestine meetings between revolutionaries under the watchful eye of several Redcoats. On the other side of the pub, an antique store called Brick-a-Brack offered a wide variety of treasures for sale.
The next cluster of buildings contained several shops. The Betsy Ross Flag Shoppe specialized in anything with a flag motif and also featured a wide variety of patriotic music. Minute Men was a store where collectors could find miniatures to re-enact key events of the Revolution. Next door was Tory Towne, a shop which specialized in British merchandise both past and present and included a large variety of imported candies and chocolates. Last was Smith’s Teashoppe, which was a refined place where players could get high tea at any time of the day. Then after they had partaken, they could find themselves re-enacting the Boston Tea Party on a ship moored on a small lagoon.
The cart rolled to a stop near Paul Revere’s Ride where huge numbers of kids waited in line. Within a minute Candace had sold three cones full.
Paul Revere’s Ride was a giant, antique-looking carousel. Candace hadn’t ridden on it in ten years, but now she had a chance to look at it closely. It was beautiful. Each horse was ornately carved with a saddle and bridle, and some sported roses, jewels, and armor. The “lead” horse carried a lantern in his teeth. The three-minute carousel ride started with an operator ringing a bell and shouting, “The British are coming, the British are coming!” Tinny versions of several old songs looped over the speakers, and most recognizable was “Yankee Doodle Dandy.” After a while Candace found herself humming along. She also found herself keeping a sharp eye out for a certain handsome masked stranger.
And like magic, he appeared. Candace blinked, thinking for a moment he was a figment of her imagination. But there he was, walking toward her, larger than life.
He stopped in front of her and just stared at her for a moment, a little smile twisting the corners of his mouth.
“Can I help you?” she blurted out.
“You sure can,” he said. “I’m looking for a
Candace thought.
So very bad.
Candace shot up a quick prayer,
God, forgive me for that awful thing I just said. That’s not the way to make friends and convert people.
She had to try to be nicer to Lisa too. From there, though, her thoughts naturally flashed to Kurt. Josh had said that he liked her.
How on earth do I put myself in the way of being asked out? I mean, it made sense when Josh said it, but now I have no idea what that even means.
A vibration in the cart caught her attention. Apparently there had been a long enough period of time without any activity that the cart was getting ready to move elsewhere. Candace took a step backward and let it do its thing. Less than a minute later it began to roll, and she walked alongside it. A few minutes later they arrived at their destination: the colonial area of the History Zone.
In the colonial section of the History Zone, the architecture reflected Revolutionary War-era America. A group of shops and restaurants were arrayed to give the feeling of a town. On the one end of the town was a building split in two. The left side was the printing press, a mini museum where you could learn about the history of the printed word and get a hands-on demonstration of a real old-fashioned printing press, like Benjamin Franklin might have used. On the right side was The Fine Print, a bookstore selling everything from copies of Revolutionary War pamphlets like Thomas Paine’s “Common Sense” to modern fiction and nonfiction books. They also sold a large selection of writing supplies, including pens, pencils, quills, colored inks, parchment, journals, and specialty papers. Next door to that building was the pub, named Poor Richard’s. The pub offered a variety of authentic dishes as well as modern fare. As they dined, patrons listened to stories from costumed characters like Ben Franklin or observed clandestine meetings between revolutionaries under the watchful eye of several Redcoats. On the other side of the pub, an antique store called Brick-a-Brack offered a wide variety of treasures for sale.
The next cluster of buildings contained several shops. The Betsy Ross Flag Shoppe specialized in anything with a flag motif and also featured a wide variety of patriotic music. Minute Men was a store where collectors could find miniatures to re-enact key events of the Revolution. Next door was Tory Towne, a shop which specialized in British merchandise both past and present and included a large variety of imported candies and chocolates. Last was Smith’s Teashoppe, which was a refined place where players could get high tea at any time of the day. Then after they had partaken, they could find themselves re-enacting the Boston Tea Party on a ship moored on a small lagoon.
The cart rolled to a stop near Paul Revere’s Ride where huge numbers of kids waited in line. Within a minute Candace had sold three cones full.
Paul Revere’s Ride was a giant, antique-looking carousel. Candace hadn’t ridden on it in ten years, but now she had a chance to look at it closely. It was beautiful. Each horse was ornately carved with a saddle and bridle, and some sported roses, jewels, and armor. The “lead” horse carried a lantern in his teeth. The three-minute carousel ride started with an operator ringing a bell and shouting, “The British are coming, the British are coming!” Tinny versions of several old songs looped over the speakers, and most recognizable was “Yankee Doodle Dandy.” After a while Candace found herself humming along. She also found herself keeping a sharp eye out for a certain handsome masked stranger.
And like magic, he appeared. Candace blinked, thinking for a moment he was a figment of her imagination. But there he was, walking toward her, larger than life.
He stopped in front of her and just stared at her for a moment, a little smile twisting the corners of his mouth.
“Can I help you?” she blurted out.
“You sure can,” he said. “I’m looking for a
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