She couldn’t wait to see him, and a week had never dragged on for so long. Nothing felt the same without him at the construction site, running the project. Saturday morning, Cassie was up early. The Hoedown was being held in an airport hangar, and a lot of work had to be done in order to get the space ready. Several other volunteers arrived to work off their hours by putting up long folding tables and chairs, placing red-and-white checkered plastic tablecloths across the tables, and then setting the tables, lining each place setting up perfectly. To the front of the hangar was a mechanical bull quartered off with stacks of hay. In the middle of the room were tables displaying items for the silent auction. Cassie was touched by the number of companies and individuals that had donated. It made her hope that sometime soon she’d be in a position to help others in the same way she had been lent a hand up. At the other end of the hangar was a stage with room for the band, plus a faux jail for funny pictures.
