This was one of the mot humiliating days of her life. Granted since returning to St Cloud she’d thought that quite a few times, but this day was shooting up to the top of the list. She didn’t begrudge her parents for needing her help, but she did begrudge this damn town for the closest thing to reporting being a local radio show. The most accurate thing any of the hosts talked about was the weather.
She’d have rather been the weather girl, honestly. At least that was dealing with facts; weather patterns and temperatures and what you could expect to see when you looked out the window. But no, her job was to ‘get the scoop’ on the hot new contestants flooding into town, as if anyone actually gave a single fuck.
Whatever, if she was going to do this she was going to do a damn good job. She’d been pacing up and down between Sunnyside meadows and the trailer park the production crew were staying in, hoping to catch a contestant or nosy local-- honestly Tommie didn’t care who. She just needed some decent sound bites. “Hey!” She whistled sharply at the first person she saw, fixing a big bright smile on her face. “You got a minute to answer a few questions about Maize of Love? They’re all opinion based so I’m not allowed to tell you you’re wrong.”
