Chapter 2The carnival was a riot of lights, sound, and aromas. Even as they approached the entrance, they could hear the screams of teenagers on some ride or other, terrified but loving it. There was music from the carousel, from Sideshow Alley, and from further away at the back of the carnival, all competing with each other. Small children ran ahead of their parents, not knowing what attraction to hurry to next.
“This takes me back,” said Clay.
“It does, doesn’t it?” said Vincent, adjusting his sunglasses. He turned to Clay. “Are you sure these don’t look stupid?”
“I beg your pardon,” he said in mock offence. “They’re my sunglasses. Of course, they don’t look stupid.”
“No. Do they look stupid on me? Here? At night?”
“You look blind, that’s all. No one will give you a second’s thought
