Paul: I wonder how he eats.
Ethel: Guess will find out, since he's with us, now.
Paul: Where is he now?
Ethel: Taking a bath. Trust me, he needed one.
Paul: He was practically living on the streets. I'm glad that Elsa was nice enough to take him in.
Ethel: How you know, he came from the streets, if he couldn't talk?
Paul: I asked if he any home and he shook his head.
Ethel: That clown has a story and it's a shame he can't tell it.
Back in Ethel's caravan, Twisty is sitting on her couch, and covered with one of her robes. She happens to come in, at the same time, he puts his mask back on.
Ethel: You don't have to hide your face, here. You're one of us and no need to be ashamed.
When he removes his mask, Ethel didn't gasp in horror, like Jimmy and Paul did. She had the look of sadness and concern.
Ethel: You poor thing. What happened to your face?
Twisty didn't like anyone feeling pity for him, and trembles as he puts his mask back on.
Ethel: Tomorrow, I'll take you to my doctor. You should really get that looked at. In the meantime, you should get some rest. It is late.
Ethel handed him a blanket, to rest on the couch, then went over by her bed and turned off the lights. Twisty feeling relieved, to have finally been accepted, drifts off to sleep.
It is the next morning and Twisty wakes up to the smell of breakfast. After he sits up, stretching, his robe flies open as Ethel enters the caravan with some scrambled eggs and a freshly clean and folded clown suit.
Ethel: Good morning, Mr Clown. Your suit is clean and dry. Also, I got some scrambled eggs. Honestly, I don't know what or how you could eat, without a mouth.
Twisty just wanted to thank her, but couldn't say the words. Just to see a strange woman look after him, kinda reminded him of his late mother.
Ethel: Well, I'll leave you to eat and get dressed. When you come out, when can head over to see my doctor. Okay?
Twisty nods and watches her leave. Twisty stands up, to unfold his clown tunic, and is overwhelmed by how clean it looks. Not as clean, from when he started at Westchester's, but a lot cleaner than it had been. Same for his baggy pants.
When Twisty steps out of the caravan, he is greeted by most of the other freaks. He already has seen Paul and Jimmy, but then there is Eve and the pinheads, Salty and Pepper.
Eve: So, you are the new addition, so Jimmy has told us.
Twisty nods, wearing his mask, to cover his missing jaw.
Paul: Eve, he can't speak.
Eve: Surely, he has clown acts, to make up for that. Especially when he has to perform.
Ethel: Well, I'm going to take him to the doctor. Gotta make sure that he's in tip-top shape.
Twisty, even though he doesn't have a mouth, had just remembered something. His father. The same father, he took the very shotgun from, to commit suicide. The same father, who is a retired doctor, who bandaged his face and taught him how to eat and speak without a jaw. After all, he still has his tongue. But, a tear rolling down his eye, cause he died shortly after.
Twisty: (slurs) No doctor.
Even though his words were unclear, you can almost understand half of what he says.
Eve: (confused at Paul) I thought he couldn't talk.
Paul: Without a jaw, I just assumed.
Ethel: Well, how about that. He must have adapted to the life with half a face.
Twisty: (slurs and gurgles) I'm right here.
Ethel: Like it or not, you will need a doctor, to look at your face.
Jimmy: Well, you two have fun.
Twisty waves as he leaves with Ethel. At the Doctor's office, Twisty is feeling nervous, as he sits in a waiting room and is given a form to fill out.
Name: Jo Simpleton/Birthdate: (left blank)/Past Residence: Rusty Westchester's Traveling Carnival/Reason for visit: Check-Up/Family members: Mama passed away/Medical conditions (if any): I was dropped on my head, recently tried to kill myself.
When he was called in, Ethel stood in the room with him, as the doctor came in with Twisty's medical form.
Doctor: Okay Mr Simpleton, I see you came in, so I can check on your face.
Twisty nods. His late father bandaged his face, and made sure it didn't get infected.
Twisty: (slurs and gurgles) Daddy was a doctor. He...my face...
Ethel: He took care of your face?
Twisty nods again. Twisty carefully took off his mask and watched the doctor gasp in fascination.
Doctor: Sit down and let me examine that. I won't hurt you.
Twisty sits down on the gurny, as the doctor puts on his gloves, and the doctor closely examines his "mouth".
Doctor: I'm surprised you can still talk. Who taught you to adapt to a new speech?
Twisty: (slurs) My father.
Doctor: Where is your father?
Twisty: (slurs and gurgles) With mama. They died.
Ethel felt sympathy for him. Both his parents, gone, and had no place to go.
Doctor: Well if you can keep this clean, and see a dentist about those teeth, you shouldn't have to worry about future infections. That, and try washing your mask.
Twisty: (slurs) Thank you.
As the doctor leaves the office, Twisty puts his mask back on, before thanking Ethel with a big hug.
Ethel: You're welcome.
...more to come.