although he doesn't say anything I know exactly what he thinks of my shifting opinion.
We still share the care and feeding of Camel, but the three of us no longer exchange
stories during the long nights spent on the rails. Instead, Walter reads Shakespeare and
Camel gets drunk and cranky and increasingly demanding.
IN MEADVILLE, AUGUST DECIDES that tonight is the night.
When he delivers the good news, Uncle Al is rendered speechless. He clasps his hand to
his breast and looks starward with tear-filled eyes. Then, as his grovelers duck for cover,
he reaches out and claps August on the shoulder. He gives him a manly shake and then,
because he's clearly too overwhelmed to actually say anything, gives him another.
I 'M EXAMINING A CRACKED hoof in the blacksmith tent when August sends for me.
"August?" I say, placing my face near the opening of Marlena's dressing tent. It billows
slightly, snapping in the wind. "You wanted to see me?" "Jacob!" he calls out in a
booming voice. "So glad you could come! Please, come in! Come in, my boy!"
Marlena is in costume. She sits in front of her vanity with one foot up
on its edge, wrapping the long pink ribbon from one of her slippers around Water for E l
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her ankle. August sits nearby, in top hat and tails. He twirls a silver-tipped cane. Its
handle is bent, like a bull hook.
"Please take a seat," he says, rising from his chair and patting its seat. I hesitate for a
fraction of a second and then cross the tent. Once I am seated, August stands in front of
us. I glance over at Marlena.
"Marlena, Jacob—my dearest dear, and my dearest friend," says August, removing his
hat and gazing upon us with moist eyes. "This last week has been amazing in so many
ways. I think it would not be an exaggeration to call it a journey of the soul. Just two
weeks ago, this show was on the brink of collapse. The livelihood—and indeed, in this
financial climate,
I think I can safely say the lives, yes the very lives!—of everyone on this show were in
danger. And do you want to know why?"
His bright eyes move from me to Marlena, from Marlena to me. "Why?" Marlena asks
obligingly, lifting her other leg and wrapping the broad satin ribbon around her ankle.
"Because we went into the hole acquiring an animal that was supposed
to be the salvation of our show. And because we also had to buy a train car to house her.
And because we then discovered that this animal apparently knew nothing, yet ate
everything. And because keeping her fed meant
that we couldn't afford to feed our employees and we had to let some of them go."
My head snaps up at this oblique reference to redlighting, but August stares beyond me,
at a sidewalk He is silent uncomfortably long, almost
as though he's forgotten we're here. Then he remembers himself with a start.
"But we have been saved," he says, gazing down at me with love in
his eyes, "and the reason we have been saved is that we have been doubly blessed. Fate
was smiling on us that day in June when she led Jacob
to our train. She handed us not only a veterinarian with an Ivy League degree—a
veterinarian befitting a big show like ours—but also a veterinarian so devoted to his
charges that he made a most amazing discovery.
A discovery that ended up saving the show." "No, really, all I—"
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"Not a word, Jacob. I won't let you deny it. I had a feeling about you the very first time I
laid eyes on you. Didn't I, dear?" August turns to Marlena and waggles his finger at her.
She nods. With her second slipper secured, she removes her foot
from the edge of the vanity and crosses her legs. Her toes start bobbing immediately.
August gazes at her. "But Jacob didn't work alone," he continues. "You,
my beautiful and talented darling, have been brilliant. And Rosie—because she, of all of
us, is not to be forgotten in this equation. So patient, so
willing, so—" He stops, and inhales so deeply his nostrils flare. When he continues, his
voice cracks. "Because she is a beautiful, magnificent animal with a heart full of
forgiveness and the capacity to appreciate misunderstanding. Because thanks to the three
of you, the Benzini Brothers Most
Spectacular Show on Earth is about to rise to a new level of greatness. We
are truly joining the ranks of the big shows, and none of it could have happened without
you."
He beams at us, his cheeks so flushed I'm afraid he might burst into tears.
"Oh! I almost forgot," he cries, clapping his hands in front of him. He rushes to a trunk
and fishes around inside. He pulls two small boxes out. One is square, one is rectangular
and flat. Both are gift-wrapped.
"For you, my dear," he says, handing the flat one to Marlena. "Oh, Auggie! You shouldn't
have!"
"How do you know?" he says, smiling. "Perhaps it's a pen set." Marlena tears off the gift
wrap, revealing a blue velvet box. She glances
up at him, unsure, and then opens its hinged lid. A diamond choker sparkles on the red
satin lining.
"Oh, Auggie," she says. She looks from the necklace to August, her brow creased with
worry. "Auggie, it's gorgeous. But surely we can't afford—" "Hush," he says, leaning
over to grab her hand. He plants a kiss on its palm. "Tonight heralds a new era. There is
nothing too good for tonight." She picks the necklace up, letting it dangle from her
fingers. She is clearly stunned.
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August turns and hands me the square box.
I slide the ribbon off and carefully open the paper. The box inside is also of blue velvet.
A lump rises in my throat.
"Come on now," August says impatiently. "Open it! Don't be shy!" The lid opens with a
pop. It's a gold pocket watch.
"August—" I say. "Do you like it?"
"It's beautiful. But I can't accept it."
"Yes, of course you can. And you will!" he says, grabbing Marlena's hand and pulling her
to her feet. He plucks the necklace from her hand. "No, I can't," I say. "It's a wonderful
gesture. But it's too much."
"You can and you will," he says firmly. "I am your boss and that is a direct order.
Anyway, why shouldn't you accept that from me? I seem to remember you gave one up
for a friend not too long ago."
I squeeze my eyes shut. When I open them again, Marlena is standing with her back to
August, holding her hair up as he fastens the necklace around her throat.
"There," he says.
She twirls around and leans toward her vanity mirror. Her fingers reach tentatively for the
diamonds on her throat.
"I gather you like it?" he says.
"I don't even know what to say. It's the most beautiful thing—Oh!" she squeals. "I nearly
forgot! I've got a surprise, too."
She pulls the third drawer of her vanity open and digs through it, tossing
aside gauzy bits of costume. Then she pulls out a great expanse of shimmering pink
something. She holds it by its edges, giving it a little shake so
that it sparkles, throwing a thousand points of light.
"So, what do you think? What do you think?" she says, beaming. " I t ' s ... I t ' s ... What
is it?" says August.
"It's a headpiece for Rosie," she says, pinning it to her chest with her chin and spreading
the rest of it across her front. "Look, see? This part attaches to the back of her halter, and
these parts go on the side, and this part comes down over her forehead. I made it. I've
been working on it for Sara Gruen
two weeks. It matches mine." She looks up. There's a small spot of red on each of her
cheeks.
August stares at her. His lower jaw moves a bit, but no sound comes out. Then he reaches
forward and clasps her in his arms.
I have to look away.
THANKS TO UNCLE AL'S superior marketing techniques, the big top is packed solid.
So many tickets sell that after Uncle Al entreats the crowd to shift closer together for the
fourth time, it becomes clear that this won't be enough.
Roustabouts are sent to toss straw down on the hippodrome track.
To keep the crowd occupied while this happens, the band plays a concert and the clowns,
including Walter, tour the stands, handing out candy and chucking tots' chins.
The performers and animals are lined up out back, ready to start the Spec. They've been
waiting for twenty minutes and are fidgety.
Uncle Al bursts out the back of the big top. "Okay, folks, listen up," he barks. "We've got
a straw house tonight, so keep to the inside track and make sure there's a good five feet
between your animals and the rubes. If so much as one child gets run over, I'll personally
flay the person whose animal did it. Got it?"
Nods, murmurs, more adjusting of outfits.
Uncle Al pops his head back inside the big top, raising his hand for the band leader. "All
right. Let's go! Knock em dead! But don't, if you know what I mean."
Not a single child is run over. In fact, everyone is brilliant, and none
more so than Rosie. She carries Marlena on her pink sequined head during the Spec,
curling her trunk in a salute. There's a clown in front of her,
a lanky man who alternately does back flips and cartwheels. At one point, Rosie reaches
forward and grabs hold of his pants. She yanks so hard his feet leave the ground. He
turns, outraged, to face a smiling elephant. The crowd whistles and applauds, but after
that the clown keeps his distance. When it's nearly time for Rosie's act, I sneak into the
big top and stand
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flattened against a section of seats. While the acrobats are receiving their applause,
roustabouts run into the center ring, rolling two balls ahead of them: one small, the other
large, and both decorated with red stars and blue stripes. Uncle Al raises his arms and
glances at the back end. He looks right past me, making eye contact with August. He
gives a slight nod and flicks one hand at the band leader, who slides into a Gounod waltz.
Rosie enters the big top, promenading beside August. She carries Marlena on her head,
her trunk curled in a salute and her mouth open in a smile. When they enter the center
ring, Rosie lifts Marlena from her head and places her on the ground.
Marlena skips theatrically around the border, a whirl of shimmering pink. She smiles,
spinning, throwing her arms out and blowing kisses to the crowd. Rosie follows at a fast
clip, her trunk curled high in the
air. August moves beside her, hovering with the silver-tipped cane rather than the bull
hook. I watch his mouth, lip-reading the Polish phrases he's learned by rote.
Marlena dances around the ring's perimeter one more time and comes
to a stop beside the smaller ball. August brings Rosie to the center of the ring. Marlena
watches and then turns to the audience. She puffs up her cheeks and wipes a hand across
her forehead in an exaggerated gesture of exhaustion. Then she sits on the ball. She
crosses her legs and sets her elbows upon them, resting her chin in her hands. She taps
her foot, rolling her eyes toward the heavens. Rosie observes, smiling, her trunk held
high. After a moment, she turns slowly and lowers her enormous gray rear onto the larger
ball. Laughter ripples through the crowd.
Marlena does a double take and stands, her jaw dropped in mock outrage. She turns her
back on Rosie. The elephant also stands and then shambles around to present Marlena
with her tail. The crowd roars with delight.
Marlena looks back and scowls. With dramatic flair, she lifts one foot
and plants it on her ball. Then she crosses her arms in front of her and nods once, deeply,
as if to say, Take that, elephant.
Rosie curls her trunk, lifts her right front foot, and sets it gently on her Sara Gruen
ball. Marlena glares, furious. Then she thrusts both arms out to the side and lifts her other
foot from the ground. She straightens her knee slowly, her other leg pointing to the side,
toes extended like a ballerina's. Once her leg is straight she lowers her second foot so that
she's standing on the ball. She smiles broadly, sure that she has finally outsmarted the
elephant. The audience claps and whistles, also sure. Marlena shuffles around so her back
is to Rosie and lifts her arms in victory.
Rosie waits a moment, and then sets her other front foot on the ball.
The crowd explodes. Marlena does a double take over her shoulder. She shuffles back
around so that she's facing Rosie and once again places her hands on her hips. She frowns
deeply, shaking her head in frustration. She lifts a finger and starts wagging it at Rosie,
but after just a moment she freezes. Her face lights up. An idea! She raises her finger
high in the air, turning so that the whole audience can absorb that she is about to outdo
the elephant once and for all.
She concentrates for a moment, staring down at her satin slippers. And
then, to a rising drum roll, she starts shuffling her feet, rolling the ball forward. She goes
faster and faster, her feet a blur of motion, rolling the ball
around the ring as the audience claps and whistles. Then there is a wild explosion of
delighted cries
Marlena stops and looks up. She has been so busy concentrating on her ball that she
hasn't noticed the ridiculous sight behind her. The pachyderm is perched on the larger
ball, with all four feet crowded together and her back arched. The drum roll begins again.
At first, nothing. Then, slowly, slowly, the ball begins to roll under Rosie's feet.
The bandmaster signals the band into a fast number, and Rosie moves the ball a dozen
feet. Marlena smiles in delight, clapping, extending her hands toward Rosie and inviting
