I got a call from Bawnie, the Ringmaster. She said a bunch of all dolled-up girly models had just been dropped off on a tour bus, and that she needed me on the midway as soon as possible, even though it was supposed to be my day off. It was the crack of dawn, dammit! Who did she think she was? I grumbled and sat on the edge of the bed. My feet hit the floor and I said good morning to the King, in what has turned out to be my morning ritual here at the trailer park.
