I took this as a sign to stop. “Amanda,” she said softly. We’ve returned to the State Fair with the merry-go-round for years since but a similar opportunity never presented itself. Her slim frame was now limp in my arms. The sky was a shadowy blue as the sun dipped away beneath the horizon but the darkness was held at bay by the bright illumination and twinkling lights cast by the State Fair. Every seven seconds we focused intently on the girl. I lapped up all and continued to work on her juicy goodness. She came into view. Some people get an inheritance, we got a merry-go-round. It was incredible. I was probably three feet away but I already knew it wasn’t a question of a spilled drink. I didn’t want to scare her. She disappeared from view and the next time I saw her, she was gingerly pushing herself forward on the saddle, closer to where the Power Wand was hidden.
