arms around its middle, which definitely isnât conducive to maneuvering through a crowd.
Where did all these people come from? I wonder as I dodge through a bunch of them, almost knocking over a toddler. Just a second ago it was completely dead around here.
âHey!â I yell to Penn. Iâm starting to lose sight of him in the crowd.
âLook at the girl with the stuffed animal, Mommy!â a little girl yells. âI want a stuffed animal like that for my room! Why does that big girl get it when stuffed animals are for little girls?â
I rush by as quickly as I can, not really liking being called a big girl. I know she meant older, but still.
To my relief Penn stops to wait for me near the snowcone machine, where thereâs a break in the crowd. But once I catch up with him, he takes the dog out of my hands and then starts walking even faster toward the car.
âHello?â I ask him. âWhat are you doing?â
âGoing to the car,â he says matter-of-factly, like that was the plan all along, and we didnât just get to the carnival, oh, I donât know, five minutes ago.
âOh, okay,â I say. âThat makes sense. You know, since we got here, like, five minutes ago.â
He doesnât reply. When we get to his car, he opens one of the back doors and sets Gizmo down gently on the seat. Which is kind of weird. Pennâs obviously in a bad mood, you can tell, so the fact that he sets my dog down so carefully is crazy.
I get into the car, and then he gets into the car, and then we just sit there.
After a moment I glance at him out of the corner of my eye.
His elbow is resting against the door, his hand cupping his chin. Heâs just gazing out the window, not saying anything. He doesnât look mad, but he doesnât look not mad, either.
I donât say anything, wondering how the mood changed so quickly. Again Iâm reminded of when we were at the batting cages, and I bite my lip.
âSo,â I say. âUm . . . are we . . . I mean, are you going to take me home now or . . .â
âWhy, do you want to go home?â
âWell, kind of, if youâre going to act like that.â
He lets out a sigh, then reaches over and grabs my hand.âIâm sorry, Harper,â he says. âI just . . . Iâm moody.â
âYeah, ya think?â
He grins, and just like that, heâs back to his old self. âYeah. Itâs a character flaw.â He winks. âMy only one, actually.â
He goes to start the car again, but I reach out and put my hand on his. âNo.â
âNo?â He frowns. âYou want to go back to the carnival?â
I shake my head. âI want you to tell me why you flipped out and got all weird. Was it because of what that kid said? About your arm?â
I can tell itâs his instinct to shake his head, but he must change his mind because a second later he swallows hard and takes a deep breath. Finally he nods. âI donât like when people recognize me.â
âFrom baseball, you mean?â
âYeah.â
âWhy not?â
He shrugs. âBecause they feel sorry for me. And I hate that.â
âThat makes sense,â I say slowly. I twist my hands in my lap and think about it. âBut, Penn, that guy at the carnival doesnât even know you.â
âSo?â
âSo his opinion doesnât matter.â
He laughs like this is the funniest thing heâs ever heard. âReally, Harper?â he asks. âYouâve never worried about what someone you didnât know thought of you?â
âI didnât say that.â
âYes, you did.â
âNo, I didnât.â
âYes, you did. You said his opinion didnât matter.â
âIt doesnât.â
He shakes his head. âWeâre talking in circles.â
âOkay.â I bite my lip again and donât
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