The steps leading down into the bowels of the Circus are wide enough for three small people to walk abreast, but the steps themselves are oddly spaced, as if whatever the steps were originally built for wasn’t two-legged, or at least wasn’t human sized.
Now, my family’s small white dog – who you’ve seen pictures of – isn’t human sized. But she can still use stairs. Whoda thunk it. It’s almost like animals are intelligent and can work things out.
The chapter then continues with a long description of how ‘Ernie’s’ hair has changed.
Who the funk and wangel is Ernie?
Anita and Micah march together while the gang has a big argument about where they can walk. Anita worries about how she’s going to greet JC. Micah asks if Anita said something. She didn’t. She worries about making a mistake.
And that’s it.
Sigh. That’s exactly what this book needs. For the miniscule plot to shrink and slow down EVEN MORE.