After lunch, Sylvia surprisingly asked me to accompany her to the amusement park. I was taken aback by her request. She was already thirty years old and still wanted to go to the amusement park?
"Amusement park?" I asked.
Sylvia's eyes lit up like a little girl's as she said, "Yes, the amusement park with the pirate ship, roller coaster, Ferris wheel…"
"Didn't you go there as a child?" I asked.
Sylvia shook her head and said, "Nope!"
"Huh?" I found it difficult to believe because her family were Collier City locals and they were considered to be in the upper-income group. How could she not have gone to the playground when she was a child?
"Don't want to go with me? Fine, I'll go by myself." Sylvia looked upset at my wishy-washy attitude.
"No! I'll go!" I quickly said.
Sylvia spent
