Now fully dressed, Brooklyn leans on the chain-link fence bordering the carnival area, watching the maintenance man work on the rides.
Soon, he notices her standing there, puts down his socket wrench and walks over to her.
“Rides are closed for the season.”
“Can I watch you work?”
Brooklyn sits, cross-legged next to the maintenance guy, Dillon.
“You in school?” he asks.
Brooklyn explains that she is on what is known as on a ‘regional visit’ from the therapeutic boarding school she attends. She and her father are supposed to spend an entire weekend together…for her therapy.
“How’s it going?”
Dillon gives her a thorough walking tour of the park, explaining how each ride works…and the story behind them.
“The idea with this one is that it’s a big, long Tequila worm, running around in a circle. That’s why they call it Wormloco.”
“Kids seem to like it, though.”
Dillon asks Brooklyn why she got sent away. She explains that she sold a tiny yellow Hello Kitty tablet to a barefoot girl in a peasant dress at an Iron and Wine concert in Atlanta.
“Sometimes true southern hospitality looks like felony drug possession…especially when you sell Ecstasy to an undercover cop.”
Dillon just shakes his head: “Ain’t that the truth.”
“Anyway. I’ve been at this school for three or four months now…can’t really remember. You lose track of the days.”
Dillon kisses her, then says, “Marry me.”
Brooklyn doesn’t miss a beat. “Sure.”