“Come in, come in, I need you to help me with something.” She led him to the kitchen. She was cooking up a large batch of her special sauce, and she had trays of wings in the oven. The house was filled with a tantalizing aroma that took Bill back to the good old days in the Anchor Bar. Time had passed, and Bill had made peace with the past. He was flooded with fond memories. He gave Mother Teresa a long, warm hug.

“The Stampede’s tomorrow, and I’m fixin’ some of my special sauce for a bunch of poor old buggers who’ve never had the pleasure, if you know what I mean.” There was a roar outside that caught Bill's attention but Teresa quelled his concerns. "That's only Twofour Mennon on his Bobcat. He's filling in those goddam potholes in my driveway."

Bill pitched right in.

On Sunday morning they started out early for the Stampede. Mother Teresa had mounted the fertilizer broadcaster on the three-point hitch and filled it with wings and her special sauce. She set the power take-off on slow. The agitator kept the wings well coated in sauce. She attached a small heating unit borrowed from a chicken incubator to the bottom of the hopper to keep the contents warm. She filled the carry-all behind the seat with Royal Chinette plates that wouldn’t fold in the middle under a heavy load, and rolls of paper towels.

The Stampede was as exciting as ever with new rides, events, booths and special stunts. Singh Mennon showed off his cow chariot racing concept but was taken to hospital with a pulled groin and other injuries to his privates.

In the course of the afternoon Mother Teresa had Bill deliver heaping plates of her steaming wings and complimentary paper towel to the members of the Variance Board. They were encouraged to eat ‘m up. Junior Mennon took a double portion every time. No-one recognized Bill, and the Variance Board assumed the wings were their usual pay-off from one of the booths on the mid-way. By the end of the day all the wings were gone, consumed exclusively by the Variance Board.

The TV station from the Falls sent over a crew and Ladanian Hill showed his prize hog from South Carolina but little did he know that Blueberry and Billy Hillyard were making love in the high grass under the main bleachers.

Teresa had noticed them while she scanned the seats for the familiar stranger she had seen earlier. And sure enough, he was there.The next morning Mother Teresa went down to the town hall for the hearing of the Complaints and Controversies Board.