Chapter 19
Hall Garth Park was packed with people. In front of every feast offering fish and chips was a colorful queue of families, old people, and groups of boys. Everyone joked and twisted their noses at the smell of fried food that penetrated, nauseating, in their nostrils.
Music sewn together like a Harlequin's mantle rose from diffusers arranged almost everywhere and formed a sound carpet that loosened control and made a cacophony of styles and musical genres echo in the head.
What a mess" Davis said to Edward as he stopped at the mouth of the lane that led to the center of the park where there were the main installations of Fishermen's Night.
"If you wish, I can take you home" said the hopeful butler. Davis looked at him crookedly: "I didn't say I want to come back. I just obser
