Chapter 1
Toby
“Hey, you! Tubby!”
Toby Pach turned around to look at the line of customers waiting near the ticket office. One in particular, a man wearing a muscle shirt and a sweaty ball cap, waved for his attention. Pointing to himself, he made the facial gesture Me?
“Yeah, you, fat boy! C’mere!”
Setting his plastic pails on the ground, he went over to see what the guy wanted.
“My name’s Toby,” he cordially informed the customer.
“Yeah, yeah, okay. Listen, we’ve been standing in line for nearly twenty minutes. When is this fleabag circus supposed to start?”
Toby pointed to the sign suction-cupped to the kiosk’s window. In case the guy was illiterate, he told him, “Tickets go on sale at seven. The show begins at eight.”
The man checked his cell phone. “It’s ten minutes till seve
