Chapter 8
Lawson’s Loop was a town with double the population of Spencerville. It also had considerably more traffic and so all the free advertising a journey down the main street would usually have got them had to be forgotten. Instead, Boris took a ring road, which led the performers to the sports field where they’d been given permission by the local council to set up.
Nathan had been feeling nauseous for the past hour and he wasn’t entirely sure if it wasn’t all psychosomatic, related to the coming night’s ordeal.
“It’ll be over before you know it,” said Karl, wrapping a reassuring arm around him while his other hand held the reins.
Little did Karl know that while sitting in a booth enduring the whispers and pointed fingers of those with no experience of the unusual was hard enough,
