Chapter 60

I shouldn’t have been watching his walk. As we climbed into the taxi, there was a lust-filled ache in my teeth and shoulders. My eyes felt unfocused, and my breath came shallow. I’d never been alone with Emil. It wasn’t the time for me to be consumed with need for him. I required a clear head to bargain with the handsome aerialist.

We arrived in Staré Město, the old town, with its churches and red roofs, and walked through the crowds. He stopped in front of an ancient clock, a famous one, to watch it strike. It was like a mechanical puppet show featuring a figure of death tolling the hour. It was dark and fascinating, but it reminded me of the uncertain fate of my circus. More than once Emil’s hand “happened” to graze mine. Even his barest touch made me inhale and sigh. Soon we sat down inside a busy café. I ordered us wine.

“I’ve heard you want to leave, Emil. I’d be sorry to see you go. Why must you?”

“You know I am Roma, yes?”