After eating dinner at McDonalds, you walk back to the car. You pop open the hood and take out you unicycle.
"Why are you doing that, Buttons?" Daisy asks.
"I need to go talk with Christina," you say as you hop on to the unicycle seat. Your parents and your sister nod in understanding as you pedal away.
You arrive shortly at Christina's apartment complex; it just a series of one story buildings that open to the outside. You pedal your unicycle out be #19, Christina's aprtment. The lights are on; that means she's home. You step off your unicycle and knock on the door. A short, petite blonde woman opens it. "Buttons!" Christina cried. "Come on in!"
You stepp inside Christina's apartment; it's small but cozy. "Christina," you begin, "you know what I told you about earlier when I called?" Christina nods. "You know I'll be going on tour with the circus. But the thing is Christina," you go on, trying to sound as serious as you can. But sounding serious dosn't come easy for you-you're a clown after all. "Christina, you mean a lot to me. I know I it's a lot to ask of you, what with your job and all, but-I want you to come with me."
"Yes," she says.
"I know you're not a performer, but they do have job openings for-," Sudd3en;y your arched eyebrow rise to the very edge of your bald pate. "'Yes?'"
Christina nods. "Yes," she repeats. "Buttons, today at work-they announced there was going to be downsizing, and produced a list of people whose jobs were going to be eliminated-and mine was on it. This way, I can come with you and I have nothing to lose!"
Christina wraps her arms around you and kisses you on the cheek. She kisses you again on the mouth, and you feel sigh of contentment as she rubs your shiny bald clown head-you always loved it when she did that. You get a different feeling when she reaches out with her other hand and squeezes your big red nose. HONK! HONK!