Feeling embarrassed about my brief verbal scuffle with Silas, I stare down unhappily at my frowning reflection in the cup.

"I'm just passing through, unfortunately," I murmur. "I'll be along the road as quick as I can be in the morning."

I graciously sip the tea, hopeful that May Ledbetter will prove to be a more reasonable conversationalist than my illustrious driver. Curiosity gets the best of me & I ask her: "What festival do you mean?