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adoration.
    Might as
well go with the flow. He smiled and waved at the crowd, then grinned at
Carrie.
    Tiny, seated
in Trent’s chair, covered Carrie’s hand with kisses. Oddly, it didn’t annoy
Trent, probably because her adoring smile remained on him.
    “Are you sure
that’s my boss?” she asked.
    The lugubrious
giant replied from his towering height, “I promise you, your boss is a big
clown.” The crowd laughed.
    Tiny knelt in
the chair, a ring the size of a dinner plate in his hands.
    Tall gave a
low chuckle. “Tiny wishes to marry you.”
    Carrie smiled
at the little fellow. “You are very kind, but no, thank you.”
    Tiny sighed
and threw his arms over his head, causing him to fall out of the chair and then
disappeared. A second later, Trent landed in his seat, no longer wearing the
clown suit.
    “Let’s have a
round of applause for the nice lady’s boss. Take a bow, Trent,” the giant ghoul
demanded.
    Trent rose and
waved at the cheering audience. All the good energy coming his way overwhelmed
him. These people liked him now. All because of Carrie. They hadn’t liked him
until she’d spoken up for him. He tugged Carrie from her seat and hugged her to
his side. The crowd began to chant ‘kiss’. With white clown paint all over his
face? Not a chance. So he shook his head and returned to his seat. On the stage,
Tiny and the giant poised in a romantic embrace, with Tiny’s legs flapping in
the air.
    When their
moment of affection ended, Tiny and Tall disappeared then the stage went black.
    A soothing baritone
announcer voice, which made him think of liquid chocolate, filled the
auditorium. “Ladies and Gentlemen, we apologize for the delay. Please put your
hands together for the dynamic duo, Tall and Tiny.”
    Everyone
stood, clapped and yelled as a seven-foot man and his four-foot partner walked
onto the empty stage with a fishing pole, a pink plastic bucket, and a giant
umbrella with a bull’s-eye painted on its canvas.
    They stopped
center stage and waved at the crowd. Tall scratched his head. “Boy, whoever
said New Yorkers are unfriendly hasn’t met you guys.”
    ***
    Fifteen
minutes into the show, Trent yelled to Carrie over the cheering of the
audience. “These guys are amazing!”
    Her eyes
sparkled with joy as she nodded in agreement.
    Thank God,
he’d picked the one she wanted most. Left on his own, he would’ve selected the other
non-musical. No way political satire could outdo these two.
    Trent had no
idea how they did any of their tricks.
    He gripped
Carrie’s hand in his. If not for her, he would’ve never experienced any of
this. Just being with her improved his life.
    When the
lights came on for intermission, a woman rushed up to him. “How’d you
disappear?”
    He smiled. “I
have no idea.”
    “Where’d you
go?”
    He thought
he’d been under the stage, but he didn’t want to reveal any secrets. “Someplace
dark.”
    A young man
crowded in. “Seriously, you couldn’t tell where you were?”
    “Nope.”
    “You are so
lucky,” a woman behind them said. “I’d pay anything to have my husband
disappear.”
    Everyone
chuckled at her statement, except for the angry man seated beside her. “Sit
down, Alice,” he snapped.
    “It’s
intermission. I can stand if I want to.”
    Trent winked
at her in agreement.
    A woman
further down shuffled up the aisle. “I hear some nights the dwarf catches the
fish at the end of act one.”
    Carrie frowned.
“He’s not a dwarf. He’s just small in size. And he caught a whale.”
    “Excuse me,”
the woman stated and stormed off.
    The grumpy man
looked up. “Some people don’t like the truth.” He focused on Trent. “You really
don’t know how they made you disappear?”
    “I think
cables were involved when they returned me as a clown, but I’ve no idea how
they put it on me.” He turned to Carrie. “Which reminds me, I need to go to the
men’s room and wash off the clown face.”
    Carrie smiled.
“Your clown face