CHAPTER 11The Circus Theatre was a gigantic building with a classicistic façade that formed one side of the Circus Plaza. To reach it, Hubert and Helga had to take the beach walk northward and then take a small lane that led off into the historic section of the town. The beach walk was crowded with people, mostly couples, who moved slowly, occasionally interrupting their stroll with a long glance across the water toward the orange ball of the sun. A soft breeze from the direction of the harbor carried a stale smell, the breath of a town that had not yet brushed its teeth for the night.
Helga refused to walk hand in hand, perhaps trying to avoid gestures she considered incommensurate with her formal attire. But there might have been a practical reason: she was dressed in a red chiffon outf
