She had attended a circus with the children of family she was ‘teaching’ when she was young. The clown, a brutish, pock faced man that no amount of makeup could hide, had yelled “let’s find the ugliest person at the circus…” He then looked about the tent, his spiteful eyes locked as he crossed the ring and proceeded to hand her a flower.
The push of her foot escalated with her anger until the swing knocked against the weatherboards of the house. Winslow hissed. She hated clowns.