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The Blue Tractor fundraiser was held at a pig farm and Velma had had to take three buses to get there. The party was a barn dance. She felt uncomfortable in the red and white checked blouse and denim tiered skirt she wore with cowboy boots and a big ol’ straw hat, but she needed to look the part. Or at least she thought she did. When she arrived she was surprised to see that more than half the attendees had played it safe with jeans and T-shirt. Fortunately there were enough people dressed like her to ensure she didn’t stand out.
“Howdy Ma’am,” said the cheerful man at the table by the door, “may I see your ticket please?” Velma smiled and handed him her ticket. “Thank you kindly,” his American accent came and went but she appreciated the effort, “have a fine and dandy time.”
Velma went inside the huge, clean barn which had a stage at one end on which a band was playing energetic country music. There were small tables around the other three walls, each covered in a red and white checked table cloth and surrounded by four chairs. The centre of the room was half full of people, young and old, who skipped in circles, following the instructions shouted out by the man on the banjo.
“Forwards 2, 3, 4, back 2, 3, 4, side 2, 3, 4. Join your partners. Round you go. Starting positions and forward 2, 3, 4, back 2, 3, 4, side 2, 3, 4. New partners, round you go!”
It was a very happy atmosphere which was a welcome change for Velma so she decided to enjoy it for a while and sat down at a vacant table. Everyone was friendly. A woman in a blue checked dress and long white apron went from table to table sharing a jug of warm cider. Velma decided to try some. A man wearing a cow-skin waistcoat over his shirt and sharp spurs on his boots wheeled a hostess trolley around the room to distribute cow burgers and pig sausages, fresh from the barbecue. Velma resisted the temptation to bite him.
She had taken the precaution of feeding on a racehorse owner the night before so she’d be able to resist impulses like that. She knew there would likely be a lot of serial killers here and she couldn’t afford to be tempted by them. She had a particular target in mind and it was unlikely she would have another opportunity any time soon.
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