Bill could not say what it was that had drawn him to the tent of curiosities. But he was drawn to it, just the same. He stepped inside cautiously, mentally wondering to himself why it was that he was even at the fair. No, that was a lie. He didn't have to wonder. He knew why. He was there because life was there. And because Sookie would have been there, if she were in Pennsylvania. Of course, maybe he just wanted to imagine that he was something else for a while. Or someone else.
But he couldn't get her out of his mind. Everything reminded him of her. Every blonde head of hair that past him in the streets caught his attention. A particular whiff of perfume. A scent of sweet blood. He imagined her aroma on the crispness of the night air. A slight tint of Fae to her mortal taste.
Focus.
Bill clenched his eyes shut for a moment and then opened them, focusing on the tent and its occupant. He nodded to the older gentleman with the pipe.