As Donovan saved his entry and shut down the computer, Chris pulled up in the driveway. Donovan was relieved that some pressure weighing him down was removed by writing those lyrics. He felt so much better that he was of higher spirits when Chris opened the door and walked in.

Chris saw that Don was happier than he had been earlier that morning. He thought it was because of their trip to the Fair. It was because of this that the first words out of his mouth were, “Just let me get freshened up, and we’ll get on our way.”

“Cool,” was Donovan’s quick reply. “And I grabbed some money from an ATM earlier today at school. Thought it would help me enjoy the fair without taking a guilt-trip to get there.”

Chris chuckled. “Good call, my friend,” he said as he walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. About a minute or two later, he emerged and found Don waiting in the living room for him. He walked up to him and asked, “Okay, so, who’s driving?”

“I’ll drive . . . but you pay for the parking,” was Don’s response.

An evil grin washed over Chris’ face and he said “I don’t think it’s fair for me to pay the fare at the Fair.”

Don grimaced at the bad pun. However, he couldn’t resist getting the last word in, so he said, “Fair enough.” Quickly he ran to the front door, opened it, and bolted outside to the garage. Chris wailed a slightly miffed “Hey!” as he locked the door, closed it behind him, then ran to catch up with his smartass friend.