“Will it get quieter later?” Jimmy asked after touching the brim of his hat to an angel as she walked past, her wings seeming to flutter behind her.
Barry shook his head and had to practically shout back his answer. “Will probably get worse after lunch.”
Jimmy smiled, although Barry could tell it was somewhat forced.
Barry had wondered if just attending the final day of the con would mean thin crowds. That didn’t appear to be the case as they often had to shout to each other in order to be heard.
“Let’s walk about for a bit!” Barry yelled to both his men, who nodded in agreement.
That was another benefit of not having a booth. They could be mobile, potentially catching the eye of more people.
Making sure his men were correctly positioned with the arrows, Barry began to move around th
