“So tell me what happened.”“I do not know vhere to start.”“In that case, I’ll ask more questions. How did you get into a circus sideshow ...in the first place? Do you even know?”“Only vhat I vas told by Herr Grüber. He found me as a very young infant in a cardboard box on the doorstep of his house at the circus’ vinter quarters in the village of Schönberg one icy morning. There vas a piece of paper pinned to my blanket that read ‘Kurt Vagner’, spelled vith a W, of course.” I shrug. “This. He souped up cars in his sparetime. He hunted deer. I don't know if the images just didn't square inmy mind, or whether it was because he was an authority figure I hadspent a lot of time in front of. He was appropriately dressed, wearinga blouse, khaki A-line skirt and black flats. But I had a hard timegetting used to seeing him dressed.Late in the morning I approached Candice, a female co-worker who hadmade a favorable comment, and said, "I need some help." With what?" I have to go out at. Unless the people inside are slaves, this might get complicated. I know you bought the contents, but ... don’t touch anything until I bring over a lawyer. And a doctor.”“I’ll just look at the attached paperwork,” said Dan, pointing to three ring binders, one attached to each unit. “Might just be hardware manuals.”The rep stayed long enough to glance over the first couple pages inside the binders, which did seem to be equipment specs and instructions, not slave registration or ownership papers.. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what he SHOULD be doing. He had made a plan; reconciling the moral grey area of binding his own mother with a ring - justifying it by only intending to use it to fix the situation of the first binding of his aunt; not to take advantage of her! And instead... He gave another heartfelt sigh. He needed to talk to someone about all this; but who? For starters no one would believe him, and if they did ... that could be even worse.Jason felt a featherlight.