Two s a CrowdChapter 11
Where I find out that my circus always had a clown. I went to the office around eleven. My head still throbbed. I damned my stupidity — the drinking too. Charlotte was her own sparkling self. She smiled and her voice sang. There was a plastic quality to her that I had never noticed before. But it was a well-known kind of plastic. "Is Onslow in?" I asked. There must have been sandpaper down my throat. Her face lit up even more. "Yes, Bruce! He is even expecting you," she...