Later that day, after hours of being shaken, spun around, or driven down rails at high speeds, Billy had had enough. He’d been a trooper all afternoon, following Xavier from one wild ride to another, and he was proud of his stamina. But after his McDonald’s lunch, he’d turned a little pasty and Xavier had teased him about it.
“What time does the park close?” Billy’s voice was scratchy from yelling all day. He glanced over at Xavier, who sat by him on the fountain’s ledge.
“Pretty soon,” Xavier said. “But I think they have the fireworks tonight.” He was watching two seagulls fight over a piece of pizza crust. “Do you wanna stick around for the fireworks?”
“Sure, yeah. But can we go walk around the island or something?”
Xavier shot him a quick look. “Why not.” He stood and dusted his bla
