tell him about December twentieth, the only interesting thing about me, anymore.
âOh,â I say.
âPeople always pity me for being an only child,â Amir says, scratching his neck. I catch a glimpse of his armpit hair and it is black and without flaw. âBut I love it.â
He steps forward as the little kids in front of us teeter away with their own funnel cakes, their faces streaked with the tracks of drying tears. âHow about you?â he goes.
But weâre at the counter. âCan I take your order?â Thank God we are at the counter.
Somehow I murmur: âBurger and a large Coke, no ice,â and Amir orders a cheeseburger without the bun, on âextra lettuce,â and then he says to me, again, like heâs the third Hardy Boy out to solve the mystery of my broken spirit: âYouâre avoiding this question. . . .â
Iâm not sure if he pays or if I pay, only that we find a seat in the shade. I canât look at him, so I take such a big bite of burger that it makes Amir laugh. I would fill my mouth with moths and bees right now if it meant not having to speak.
When I finally swallow, after watching Amir negotiate his plastic fork around the lettuce, as if, with enough prodding, it might morph into something actually edible, like onion rings, I say to him, âIâm an only child, too,â just like that.
And saying it makes it real.
âHey,â he says, holding up his bottle of water, âto not having annoying siblings!â I toast him with my Coke and swallow away the acid in my throat.
I justâI need to see if he actually likes me. I refuse to be his pity project. And so I am an only child now too, which is a version of the truth.
Geoff and Carly find us. Geoff is holding three corn dogs, and they look kind of amazing, and somehow Carly has tracked down a saladâwhich, at Kennywood, is approaching a âstory of Easterâ level of miraculousâand Iâm instantly fine. With Geoff here I know my place. Iâll be the guy who just makes comments from the sidelines, Donald OâConnor in Singinâ in the Rain , even though I canât really dance. Let Geoff be Gene Kelly. (Famous Pittsburgher, by the way.)
We make fun of Amir for not ordering a bun, and he finally gives in to the rest of humanity and takes a chomp out of Geoffâs third corn dog, and Carly calls us all brutes and spouts off some crap about how âthe only reason meat tastes goodâ is because at the last minute, âanimals are frightenedâ and release âa certain kind of enzymeâ that adds to the flavor, and during this entire impassioned speech, Geoff begins a low moo that grows loud enough to attract the attention of the funnel-cake siblings, and what Iâm getting at is that weâre restored. That Iâm okay again. That Amir is knocking his shin into my shin from across the rusty table, and that itâs nice.
âMan, thatâs sad,â he whispers. Weâve been carrying on about how Geoffâs manager, Venessa, made him shave off his mustache, and so the laughing spills over when we turn around to see what Amirâs looking at.
Itâs a lady and her family. The lady kind of looks like my mom.
âI honestly canât believe the way some people let themselves go ,â Amir says. âIt sorta gives me the willies.â
I stand up right away and say, âI have to go to the bathroom,â and Iâm probably just as surprised as anyone when I do.
But you know by now what I never do in front of other people.
And so when Iâve got my feet hiked up on the seat of this dirty bathroom stall, I let the tears comeâharder than the funnel-cake siblingsâ, harder than the scared girl who ran out of the Racer line earlier, harder than how Geoff and my mom cried in our kitchen yesterday. Or was it the day before?
I guess I just didnât expect to find out that
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