The smell of roasted corn, barbeque, and kettle corn filled the air. A clear blue sky provided the perfect backdrop for the small county fair in rural Oklahoma.
Scarlett Johnson and Ricky Roberts walked hand in hand checking out the winning exhibits of farm animals.
He hesitated, his hand growing sweaty. “Uh…who’s there?”
“Banana,” she replied.
“Who’s there?” Irritation filling his voice.
“Knock knock…” She started giggling.
“Aww, shucks, I know that dumb joke.” He dropped her hand and wiped his sweaty palm on his jeans.
“But, it’s the last time, please?” She batted her eyelashes, trying valiantly to conjure a smile.
“Who’s there?” He asked sullenly.
“Orange you glad I didn’t say banana again?” She broke into laughter.
“Dang it, Scarlett, that jokes’ as old as we are.”
“What’s in your craw, Ricky Roberts? I swear it’s getting old trying to make you smile. I can go hand out with my friends if you’re gonna be difficult.” Scarlett tossed her head such that her pigtail braids flipped.
“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I just, I need to tell you something and I don’t know how to say it.”
‘We’ve been best friends since Kindergarten, I figured you’d know how to talk to me by now. Ain’t I your girl?”
“Yea, Scarlett, and that’s what makes it harder.” Ricky looked up with tears bubbling in his eyes.
“Oh, shoot, Ricky, what’s the matter? Did your dog die? You know I love that dog like my own.” Impulsive concern flooded her girlish face. “He’s been sick, but, I thought you said he was getting better.”
“He did, I mean, he is getting better, no he didn’t die. Honestly, it’s worse than that and up until last night, I didn’t think anything could be worse than that.”
“Please tell me, you know you’ve got me so worried now.”
“I’m moving away, Scarlett.” Tears flowed freely now down his boyish adolescent cheeks.
“What? No!” Impulsive tears sprang from her own eyes. “Your farm is here, you’ve been here forever, what do you mean you’re moving away?”
“My momma and daddy, they’re getting a divorce. Momma is taking the train somewhere north, and me and my brother and sisters gotta go with her.”
“Did you tell them you love me, that you can’t leave me?”
“They won’t listen to me, they think what we have is silly puppy love anyhow. They don’t care I’m serious about marrying you.”
“You better come back for me, Ricky Roberts, you better make me that promise right now.” Scarlett slumped into a heap onto some scattered straw outside a horse pen.
“I promise, Scarlett, I cross my heart and hope to die promise. I’ll love you forever.”
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