Pearl

PearlI do not remember Pearl arriving,not many do yet no one could ever imagine the carny without her.
Tobias Finch recalls Old Ma Enid lying in her crib awaiting the heavens and speaking a babbling stream of days long past.she told of a woman crazed with the madness of a chased hare running as though the devil himself were grabbing at her heels, the dirt streaked across her forehead and her dress all ragged and only half still about her wisp of a body as she stumbled towards our snake of a road train.
she pleaded in tongues from faraway lands, Ma Enid says you could tell it was pleading no matter what the words meant.
Ma Enid was right there in the lion car back when Thomas Foley and she were sweethearts a wooing with the great beasts for an audience.
She says Tom clean near fell out trying to hang on to the woman and dragged her frail sparrow self into that car with the warm hay and those grand lions he treated like baby kittens. The woman’s eyes were sharp grief as she held out the filthy bundle in her near ghost thin arm. Ma Enid says that was how Pearl got to be here, that messy bundle light as a snowflake.
They buried the woman in the next town right in the town cemetery with a blanket of night on their side, where she come from no one ever did know but that baby called Pearl grew in to the kindest sweetest soul you ever did meet.
Sometimes Pearl is the saddest clown, sometimes she rides bareback or swings from the high trapeze.Sometimes she can be heard speaking in a tongue we do not know but ou can be sure the words are gentle and filled with love.

Pearl

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