Chapter 73
Harod looks up and catches sight of a full-grown man who’s quite seriously got himself dressed up as a clown, standing in the doorway of the waiting room. He’s got a big stupid grin on his face as well. “CLAAUUWN,” the toddler howls, jumping up and down on the bench in a way that finally convinces Harod that the kid is on drugs. He’s heard about that sort of thing. They have that attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder and get to take amphetamines on prescription. “And who’s this little girl here, then? Does she want to see a magic trick, perhaps?” the clown exclaims helpfully and squelches Harodr to them like a drunken moose in a pair of large red shoes which, Harod confirms to himself, only an utterly meaningless person would prefer to wear rather than getting himself a proper job.
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