#(ft. marcel)

With Cabell being so down it took some convincing from Rosa and Co. to get him to start working on his display for the flower festival. Parked outside the church on Main, Cab flooded his old truck with flowers (with help from Marcel to keep him focused and see that he actually submitted his application for the judging). Out of the back he will be giving out small hand tied stems to folk on the condition that they pass it on and make someone else day.

Bojangles of course is there as well, in his flower crown.

It’s you

Cami: That’s disgusting. And wrong. I don’t even get– why would– I’ve never had sex with anyone, anywhere. It’s none of your- you have- the nerve, the audacity- Marcel is my friend. And he is terrible, face-wise. And how- how do I know, frankly, that you’re not sleeping with him? Maybe you are. Maybe you’re trying to throw me off? Hmm, check and mate.