Carousel Sun
“EDTEarly Season Fridays are usually slow days, and this Friday wasn’t any exception. With an hour ’til closing, the ticket box wasn’t quite half full. Not going to Vegas on that. Hell, not going to the grocery store on that.At least I’d had time to savor the cashew chicken sent over from Tony Lee’s at suppertime. The Lee Delivery Service guy on the day had been Jason, a strapping high schooler, who had given it as his opinion that tomorrow the park would be hopping.“But there’s a school rally t...onight,” he said, “and most of the kids are there.”“You’d think the school would check the park schedule before deciding when to hold a rally,” I said, not really serious about it.He looked doubtful. “I don’t think our principal really approves of the park—at least, not the arcade. Might be just as well if we’re off his radar.”“I take your meaning,” I said, slipping the plastic fork out of its protective napkin. “So, why aren’t you at the rally?”“I have to work.”It was said matter-of-factly, without a trace of self-pity or irritation.MoreLess
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