CHAPTER FOUR
Three weeks into the contract and the girls had settled into the regular, daily routine. It was the weekend and they still found them tough. Performing four shows a day under the Big Top in the Brazilian heat was exhausting.
That Sunday morning, as they sat outside on a blanket eating breakfast, Edwaldo came lolloping towards them with a lopsided grin pasted across his sweaty face.
"So, girls, tonight you will do your first `pulldown´. Are you prepared?"
Lisa took a bite of toast and stared at him in bewilderment. "What’s a pulldown?"
"Tonight, we take the tent down and we move to the next town. Didn’t you read the notice in the back of the tent?"
"Sorry, we don’t understand Portuguese," Lisa answered.
"It was written in Spanish," Wendy whispered.
"Okay, so I’ll tell y
