watching a bad home recording, images jerking and bouncing. She stopped screaming and focused on breathing. Beside her, Harrison was cheering. The ride spun, as if a corkscrew shot from some giant cannon, and they twisted upside down repeatedly, Katâs hair in her face, spare change dropping out of her blue jeans and plunking loudly against the steel car.
And then the ride slowed and came to a stop at the same platform where they had boarded.
âThat was amazing!â Harrison said.
The harnesses all lifted in a hiss of hydraulics and they were free to depart, but she could see that the lone rider up ahead remained where he was.
âWant to ride again?â Kat asked.
Harrison smiled, punched her lightly in the arm. âYouâre kidding me, right? You were, like, dying back there!â He laughed.
âWell, anyway,â she said, ignoring him, âIâm staying.â
âSeriously? All right! All right! All right! Awesome!â
The harnesses dropped back down into place and they rocked forward. She was focused on Pieterâs head, his rigid shoulders, the hands she could not see, but knew must be resting in his lap, as if he were at church. The roller coaster began its climb, then rattled down and around its course, Harrison giggling and screaming, his voice high-pitched as a girlâs. Katâs eyes remained trained on the back of Pieterâs head. He never moved.
It wasnât as bad the second time aroundâthe loop-de-loops, the hairpin turns, the three-g drops. And it wasnât long before the roller coaster returned to its station; Pieter unmoving.
âCome on,â Kat said to Harrison, âweâre moving up to the front, where itâs scarier.â
âAwesome,â he agreed.
As they installed themselves immediately behind Pieter, Kat leaned forward before the braces came down and said into his ear, âYou all right up there? You havenât moved in a half hour.â
He started, which had the effect of startling her too, and turned to look at her. He was very handsome, the bones of his face well-defined. There were tears on his face.
âOh, youâre crying,â Kat said. âIâm sorry.â
âItâs okay,â he said. âItâs just the cold. I canât help it.â And then âIâm also a little high.â
The harnesses came down again and they were off, racing through the pale slate sky, their voices alternating between shrieks, obscenities, and laughter. The world began to slow as they became accustomed to the reckless speed of the ride. Kat watched the landscape below: janitors chasing blowing garbage, vendors eating clouds of cotton candy, security guards smoking cigarettes. She watched Pieterâs head: his thick hair, the corded muscles of his neck, his perfectly shaped ears, like the shells of some beautiful species of snail.
Finally Pieter rose from the ride, his legs for the briefest of moments wobbly. She watched him go toward a bathroom, where he disappeared. Harrison, beside her, almost uncontrollable with glee.
âI heard you say fuck !â he said, punching her stomach and laughing. âYouâre the best aunt ever!â
She watched the restroom pavilion, its door marked MEN . Her heart, suddenly light, lost, unboundâhow?
âWhat?â Harrison asked. âThink heâs gonna puke or something?â
âLetâs go see,â she said. They walked toward the restrooms, sitting on a bench, Harrisonâs body beside her, electric with excitement and trembling with the cold. She felt his yet-boy body beside hers.
Pieter came out of the restroom, wiping his lips and forehead with a sheet of brown paper toweling. Kat stood from the bench but did not approach him. Suddenly her voice would not work and she could not recall her own bravery on the roller coaster, her ability there to speak to this beautiful man.
âSo, did you ralph in there or
Sherrilyn Kenyon, Dianna Love