Clowns freak me out.
One adult free. See the zoo on the midway. A line undulating out of the darkness, toward those bright lights that say—over here—no, over here—camel rides and elephants, popcorn, feed the goats, dare to let that albino python writhe across your shoulders. Women spinning among a hundred hula hoops; muscled, spangled men upside down--where did they come from, why are they here, above the cheering crowd and the dust of the battered big top? One by one they slip down the velvet rope, push aside the rough silver cloth that hides the exit—on to Gilbert, Yuma, Bakersfield.