“The white clown faces were only painted masks. And I knew who the two clowns were that wore them. I recognized the happy one by the cackles coming from behind her mask and the black, Addams family-style dress that clothed her skinny body. That had to be Vesta. The sad clown to her right was wearing a leather jacket with handfuls of tiny crystals and crosses woven into the fringe. I would have known this was Harmony even if I hadn’t spotted the jacket she always had on. Her scent, made up of lea...ther, perspiration, patchouli oil and dope, was unmistakable. “All right, you guys—” I began. The happy clown pulled the trigger on the space gun. A shock of cold water hit my face. I raised my hand to block the spray just as it dribbled to an end. “Mom, stop that!” Wayne ordered as I sputtered. He snatched the space gun from Vesta’s hand before I had a chance to. Unfortunately, he didn’t squirt her back. I took a deep breath, trying to slow my racing pulse. The sad clown put down her baseball bat and handed me a towel that had been tucked into the pocket of her leather jacket.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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