Witch Hazel Chapter
Two Part 7/15
The show was a miserable failure. He fell at least four times and while everyone laughed, Diego got the distinct feeling they were laughing at him and not with him. The one odd man who lurked behind the support beam to watch his show offered some sarcastic applause at the end. No one tipped. Even Benita, lovely kind Benita, only had a pained smile to offer him.
Back home, Diego sank into a bubble bath with a morose sigh. “Oh Squeaks,” he told his rubber ducky. “What if I’ve made a mistake.”
He made the duck squeak back.
“You’re right,” he nodded. “I shouldn’t give up. One dismal performance doesn’t mean I’m doomed. Maybe I just need tighter pants.”
The duck squeaked enthusiastically.
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