Could not. I could not do it. I could not.
I was about to run down the platform when I heard:
“Alright, let's get this started!
I turned my head very quickly. I saw Lucian appear down the steps to the dais. Clown dress too! With his face painted white and his nose red! In truth, he was the sexiest clown you could have ever seen in your life, with baggy but tight-waisted pants, a short-sleeved white shirt, and a blue wig. But that was not the point. The point was: was he helping me?
As soon as he stopped next to me and began to talk to the children with an amusing and charismatic enthusiasm that I had never seen from him in all the time that I had known him, it was clear to me that yes, he was with me in that.
Those in the organizing group were speechless.
" the clown table" Lucian sp
