My cup was empty and they were cleaning the tables.  “I should probably get back to The Voyeur,” I said.  “I have made promises.”

           “It’s business, Joel,” Mr. Felix said, “she’ll understand.”

            I shook my head.  “It’s more than that,” I said.  “I think it’s home.”

            Mr. Felix nodded.  “I understand,” he said.  “But my offer will always be open.”

            I nodded.  “Thank you,” I said.

            “Meanwhile,” Mr. Felix said, “you may take my picture.  It will be good for the circus.  Only, you don’t have to hide behind a bush this time.”

            I smiled and looked out the window to check the lighting.  It was snowing.