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The only person who didn’t laugh was Dutch, the carousel operator. Dutch had a missing thumb and a quiet way of looking at people like they were more than their worst parts. One night, after a particularly cruel heckler called her a “broken toy,” Stella sat on the steps of the carousel, hugging her knees.

The owner, a man named Coney with cigar ash on his vest, fired her on the spot. “You don’t break the fourth wall, Stella. You’re not an artist. You’re a midget.” midget stella

She packed her acorn cap into a cardboard box. Dutch watched from the fence. He didn’t say goodbye. He just handed her a small wooden horse he’d carved himself—imperfect, lopsided, one ear chipped. The only person who didn’t laugh was Dutch,