Carousel Nights. Amie Denman

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      “Not exactly, but I did get a Matchbox car out of the garbage disposal at my house. My son thought he’d never drive that car again, but it turned out fine. Just a few scratches on the fender.”

      The kid didn’t respond, just hung there miserably while Mel used a wrench to remove more bolts from the turnstile. With the shields off, June could see the guts of the machine. A series of gears and levers. She was glad Mel knew what he was doing.

      “We all have a few scratches on our fenders,” Mel continued, smiling at the boy. “Gives us character.”

      June was sweating. The boy was sweating. Mel appeared perfectly calm.

      One of the firefighters held an ice pack on Jason’s knee.

      “It’ll cool us both off,” he said. “And make it easier to slide you out of here.”

      This is my family’s park, June thought. I should know what to do. But she didn’t. She leaned close and spoke in Mel’s ear. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

      “Not at the moment. You can do the paperwork later.” He raised one eyebrow at her. She was so close she could see the tiny lines around his eyes from hours working outside in the sun. “Lots of paperwork,” he added.

      “Thank you for knowing what to do,” June said quietly.

      Mel moved his head and his hair brushed her cheek. “It’s my job,” he said.

      He worked silently a few more minutes. Roller coasters, happy screaming and carousel music formed the background, but the loading platform at the Silver Streak was silent. Everyone was waiting for Mel to tell them their next move. June stepped aside and called Jack on her cell phone, giving him a quick overview and assuring him it was under control. She expected him to show up at any moment and was surprised when he didn’t, even after another ten minutes went by.

      Jack was trusting her to handle this.

      And she was trusting Mel.

      June walked over to talk with Jason’s friends and the ride operators who were in a clump on the edge of the platform.

      “I’m sure Jason will be okay,” she said. “We have our best maintenance man unlocking the turnstile and two firefighters standing by to help.”

      Jason’s three friends looked relieved. The ride operators looked nervous.

      “Did you see this happen?” June asked the girl whose name tag identified her as Jessica.

      “Yes.”

      “Good. I’ll talk with you later.” She turned to the three friends. “I’m guessing you saw it happen also?”

      They nodded. Their expressions were tight, body language rigid as if they were being questioned as accessories to a bank robbery.

      “It’s not a crime to show off for your friends and hurt yourself,” June said. “At least I hope not. I just want you to write down what you saw so we have a written record. That’s all. We’ll work on that together later. Right now, getting Jason’s knee out of the turnstile is our number one priority.”

      She patted the girl on the shoulder, smiled and returned to where Mel was working. She knelt next to him.

      “Thanks for calling me your best maintenance man.”

      “I thought it would inspire confidence,” she said. “It does for me.”

      She touched his shoulder as she leaned close to view his progress, and heat burned her fingers through Mel’s blue cotton shirt.

      “I’m going to release the spring and hope it doesn’t make this thing snap around,” Mel said.

      “Is this going to hurt?” Jason asked.

      “Not if we do it right,” Mel said.

      One of the firefighters wedged his leg against the free arm of the turnstile to control the movement. Mel slowly released the spring while June held her breath. One look at Jason’s tortured face made her want to protect him, but all she could do was count on Mel.

      The spring let go and the arm of the turnstile unlocked and moved, allowing the two firefighters to lift Jason free.

      Although Mel’s expression remained the same, June noted the long slow breath he let out.

      “There was a lot less pressure with the car in the garbage disposal,” he said to June as the firefighters placed Jason on a gurney. “Ross shed some tears, but I fixed that with ice cream.”

      Maybe it was the incredible relief of freeing the guest from the turnstile without, she hoped, serious injury, but June felt a rush of...something...for Mel.

      “Want to get some ice cream?” June asked. “I owe you, and I’ll buy.”

      Mel laughed. “I’m on the clock.”

      “Maybe later this afternoon? I’m going to meet this young man and his friends at First Aid and see what we need to do next. Starting with calling his parents, getting X-rays, and filling out reports. I may need your input on those reports.”

      “So, it’s a working ice-cream date?”

      June smiled. “It’s hot. Good ice-cream weather.”

      Mel cocked his head and said, “I’ll meet you at Tosha’s at four thirty if I can bring a guest. If Ross finds out I had ice cream without him, it’ll take me weeks to earn back my super-dad status.”

      * * *

      “REMEMBER YOUR MANNERS, ROSS,” Mel said. “Please and thank you.”

      “Can I get strawberry?” Ross asked.

      “One scoop.”

      “Only one?”

      They walked up the beach path to enter the park by one of the side gates. Like his father, Ross was lanky, with sandy hair and blue eyes. He also had Mel’s easy smile and gait.

      Instead of working until at least five o’clock as usual, Mel locked his big steel desk in the maintenance garage at a quarter after four and headed to the Lake Breeze Hotel to retrieve Ross from the employee day care center.

      “We’re guests, and guests can’t be greedy and ask for seconds. Besides, I don’t want you to ruin your dinner. I’m making mac and cheese and dogs tonight. Your favorite.”

      “Will Uncle Jack be there?”

      Mel smiled. “I think he’s still working. His sister is buying us ice cream today.”

      “Uncle Jack has a sister?”

      “Two. You’ve met one of them a few times, Miss Evie, but this is the one you don’t know.”

      “What should I call her?” Ross asked, swinging his dad’s arm as they stopped at the turnstile. СКАЧАТЬ