And they were standing outside of big tent, amid a small city of smaller tents where the Riplinger troupe slept and lived when they weren’t entertaining the depression era masses.
Janelle turned to take in the new surroundings.
“The best part of the show is over, and it was too noisy to talk in there.” Kristen began to walk, and Janelle followed, unnerved by some strange role reversal that had put her preteen daughter in control of their equally strange encounter.
She reached out, grabbed her daughter by the shoulders, and turned her around.
“Tell me what the hell is going on here.”
She felt herself thrown back, a leaf in the wind, and landed hard on her back several feet away.
“You shouldn’t talk to me like that, Mom. I don’t like it, and neither would Hearts.” After regarding he
