"I'll take cream, Tammy. Why would I spare myself such a pleasure? Isn't it what's life is about?"<br/>Harry smiled to her in a similarly 'conspirational' way, then coughed to clear his throat.<br/>"You know, my nephew finally came back. After six years of no contact with any of the family. No calls, no nothing."<br/>The old man tried to ease up.<br/>"He turned out to be, of all things, working in Hollywood. A worldly young man he is. Like the prodigious son, but succesful."<br/>Harry finally smiled sincerely and looked behind his shoulder.<br/>"He should be here soon, I just fear he didn't pick up any vice in his life. I'd hate to see him being a drinker or a gambler..."<br/><br/>On the street the clowns stood around Carl and measured him with their irritatingly calm gazes. Only one clown was speaking all the time, the other wouldn't open his mouth.<br/>"Here are four tickets. Bring as much people as you can and be sure to have a good time!"<br/>Four pieces of paper were given to the man, bit crumpled from the clown holding them. The red paint on them was getting off and the clown got it all over his palm.