Serafina hates working the Laughing Clowns. They talk inside her head.
A dolled-up blonde, jiggling beside her triumphant boyfriend, points to an oversize teddy bear.
“Clear Clown 3, Serafina,” Papi wheezes, hooking it down.
Her guts clench. How did that idiot get a ball into Clown 3’s tiny, mean mouth?
A cackle echoes in her skull. Come on, carnie girl! Crunchie lunchie…
She inhales, then scoops her forefinger lightning-quick between Clown 3’s lips. Teeth rip her skin. The ball pops out.
Her finger follows. Bone shows between bloodied shreds of flesh.
Clown 3 sniggers.
You got lucky, Serafina. This time…
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