A Dwindling Light
Risa still lay on the sofa in her comatose state.
"Oh, Mister Atwood," Matt said. "your star's core is dwindling!"
"Mom and dad have another circus star, me!" Evie protested.
"Evie, you're our star dancer! You're not able to do Risa's trick riding routines!" Lisa laughed.
"That is because," Rafael told Evie firmly. "only Risa can handle Spirit."
"That's right." Evie sighed.
"What will we do? With Ri in a coma," Lisa said to Rafael. "we can't do our show tonight as scheduled!"
Rafael face palmed, "I'll go tell everyone who had hopes of seeing tonight's performance that the show is cancelled." he sighed.
Evie looked up at her father.
"And while you do that, Father," Evie said. "Matt and I are just going to do a bit more digging around the grounds for information."