The Lovely Lucinda is dead. The giant woman just died.
Uncle Al arranges a funeral procession for her. All the performers march through town, each trying to cry harder than the last. "Uncle Al promises three dollars and a bottle of Canadian whiskey to the man that puts on the best show."
The show tonight was to honor Lucinda. Marlena was back. She was spectacular. "The horses are an extension of Marlena."
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