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CHAPTER TEN: Girl to Gorilla
A finger of land pointed north toward clean snows. On it a park had been built of six boroughs.
Or seven if one counted the huge parking lot, which was mostly empty on this late October afternoon. Brenton parked the Jaguar close to the gate and everybody piled out. Shockingly cold wind off the lake swept Danteâs hair. Immediately he took off his jacket and gave it to Sunny, who had begun to shiver. With a grateful smile she slipped her arms through its sleeves. The garment hung far too large on her tiny frame. Her chest had doubled in width; her hands had disappeared.
âHow do I look?â she asked.
Only the truth would suffice. âBeautiful as ever,â Dante said.
Arm in arm, they followed her parents to the gate. Brown cornhusks were set up around the turnstiles. Jack-o-lanterns. Paper ghosts. In the ticket booth stood a tall girl wearing zombie make-up. Dante thought sheâd done a rather decent job with the shading. Green skin faded to black eyes and bloody, drooling lips. She sold Brenton four orange tickets with cackling witches on them. He gave one to Sunny and one to Dante.
âHooray!â Sunny yelled.
One at a time they went through the turnstilesâSunny first, then Dawn, then Dante, then Brenton. A wide, gray midway met them on the other side, lined with shops colored for the season. Orange and black streamers fluttered from a number of small trees. Green witches grinned in yellow windows. Sunny gave a laugh. She was pointing at a maple grove to the left, where a large mannequin had been hanged by a noose from one of the branches. Its painted face gagged for air, which the teenaged couple posing next to it thought, to judge by their laughter, hilarious.
âSmile!â came the photographerâs muffled voice on the wind.
Immediately Sunny demanded that she and Dante copy their antics. Kicking through leaves, they entered the grove. The dummy swung and hit Dante on the shoulder. He pushed it back, which caused its head to loll and look straight at him. A spider crawled up his spine. The dummyâs face seemed familiarâcrude, but familiar. Hairs from a messy brown wig hung across wide eyes framed with glasses. Fake, crooked teeth protruded from a frightened grimace. Frightened, or was it just being cagey?
âSay hello to Timothy Grass,â the photographerâa woman dressed like the bride of Frankensteinâsaid. âThen smile and hold still.â
âGot it!â Sunny said. âHello Timothy!â
She stood on one side of the dummy, Dante the other. A Polaroid Instamatic picture was taken: Click! Bzzzz! The woman took the picture out, shook it, handed it to Dante.
âOne dollar,â she said.
He paid with three quarters, two dimes, and a nickel. Then he evaluated the picture. It had come out reasonably well despite the dark day. He and Sunny were smiling, Sunny with her arm around Timothyâs waist. The dummy was not smiling, but its eyes had somehow managed to find the camera. Perhaps the wind shifted its body while Dante wasnât looking. This could also be the explanation for its teeth, which had fallen partway out of its mouth to resemble a pair of vampire fangs. Seeing them called forth an odd memory from last year:
Youâre going to get bitten, youâd better believe it. Youâre going to get bitten.
âDante?â Sunny said. âEverything okay?â
He turned to her. âYeah,â he replied, though he wasnât entirely sure. âYeah. The dummyâs just creepy, thatâs all.â
The remark earned him an elbow to the ribs. âYou ainât seen nothinâ yet,â Sunny told him. âNo, sir.â
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He initially assumed she meant the park, and indeed, that assumption gained weight the further along the midway they walked. Nor could all of this be credited to the decorations. For one thing, the wind was getting stronger, swirling leaves high over the deserted fun-rides. Dante saw a number of parents herding their children into cafes for hot chocolate and began to wish he could have one, too. For another the day, though it wasnât yet three oâclock, had turned dark enough to make most side streets off the midway look haunted. Cobblestones painted to look old beckoned from narrow, dreary passages. A few patrons, coaxed by their call, whispered from quaint marble doorsteps. Some smoked cigarettes. Others had transistor radios. From one alley a girl in a ripped skirtâa girl Sunnyâs ageâlooked at Dante, and he could swear her eyes glowed green.
Then they were past her. Never minding the wind, the Desdemonas guided him leisurely through a smattering of less lively autumn displaysâdry, dormant fountains; closed ice cream parlorsâuntil they came to a puppet show set near the foot of Cedar Pointâs giant Ferris wheel. Here two puppets, a girl and a man, were playing a scene with a mock Ferris wheel designed to look like the giant one. The girl, shaking in terror, kept looking at the ride and telling the man she didnât want to get on.
âDonât be silly!â the man said. âWhenâs the last time you saw a Ferris wheel fall over?â
âI dreamed about it!â came the girlâs squeaky reply.
âYou shouldnât put stock in dreams! They mean nothing!â The manâs plastic foot stamped on the stage. âNothing I tell you! Now get on!â
âNo!â
âLittle lady!â
Suddenly the Ferris wheel began to shake. Children in the audience began to point and laugh.
âItâs falling!â the girl screamed.
And the man: âRun! Run!â Over the course of one second his opinion on Ferris wheels had done a total one-eighty.
âOh no!â the girl screamed again in a far more sarcastic tone of voice. âNo, Rudolph! Ferris wheels donât fall over! Letâs have a picnic on the grass!â
âAre you crazy, girl! Run!â
Everyone in the audience was laughing now. Dante could feel Sunny trying to control herself but losing the battle. The Ferris wheel shook once more, slid over to where Rudolph was standing, and fell flat on top of himâSPLAT!
âYAY!â the children yelled.
Instantly appreciative of this, the girl puppet did a number of curtseys, pausing only to wave and say Thank you! Thank you! Youâre all beautiful!
âEncore!â Sunny shouted. âThrow him off the Millennium Force!â
Rudolph heard. He crawled from under the Ferris wheel and shook his fist at Sunny. Ever the deviant juvenile, Sunny stuck out her tongue, to which Rudolph responded by turning around to shake his bottom at her. This put the audience into absolute hysterics. Wild laughter flew about in all directions. Even Sunny thought it hilarious. Tears flowing, she grabbed Danteâs shoulder for support. He laughed right along with her. Brenton and Dawn did too. Everyone was laughing like never before until Rudolph suddenly stopped shaking his butt and fell down for the second time.
Dante noticed it first. Rudolph wasnât moving anymore. He looked, indeed, as dead as the wood that formed his essence. Gradually the laughter died down. Bemused adults blinked at the stage; children went back to their lollipops. Meanwhile Rudolph continued to be dead. Assuming the show had ended, people began to wander away. Then the girl puppet also fell over, and from behind the booth a lady began to scream:
âGary! Gary! Oh my god!â
âWhatâs going on?â somebody next to Dante asked.
He opened his mouth to say he didnât know, at which moment Brenton cut in: âI think the puppeteer had a seizure. From my angle I could see him fall down and startâŠyou know, shaking.â
âJesus,â the somebody said.
âA seizure?â Dante said. âSeriously?â
Brenton shrugged as if he couldnât be less interested. âThatâs what it looked like. How about we walk over to the freak shows? Those are always a hoot.â
Dante looked again towards the puppet booth. Two paramedics were now on the scene. One of them had kneeled to talk to the puppeteer. The puppeteerâs eyes were open, and he was nodding at the paramedic.
âHeâll be all right,â Sunnyâs voice said at his ear. âIf itâs really epilepsy then he shouldnât have gotten everyone laughing so hard. Harsh noise can trigger seizures almost as easily as blinking lights.â
âBut it was funny,â Dante told her.
Sunnyâs head tilted. âWas it really?â
âWellâŠâ
âHey you two!â Dawn called, and Dante was surprised to see that both parents were already fifty feet down the next lane, which was sprinkled with wood chips. âWeâre going to Frontier Town! Coming with us?â
âOf course we are!â Sunny cheered. She grabbed Danteâs wrist. âCome on, you. Showâs over here.â
About that he couldnât argue. The area in front of the puppet booth looked forlorn. The audience had dispersed, leaving its used candy wrappers to dance in the wind. Not wishing to be counted among the abandoned, Dante let Sunny guide him away.
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Frontier Town greeted them with the smell of wood smoke. Its source lay somewhere along a dirt road made up to resemble an old west mining town. There was a saloon, a general store, a blacksmith, a tailor. Of all the boroughs at Cedar Point, this remained Danteâs favorite. Character-wise it couldnât be beaten. From the saloonâs crooked wooden porch, littered with broken peanut shells, to the steamer from parts north that whistled in a pinewood depot, the terrain might have been authentic enough for an Eastwood picture.
As if he could read Danteâs thoughts, Brenton asked if anyone was hungry, and if so, maybe they could grab a bite in the saloon. They went inside to find a tavern filled with chatter and piano music. More peanut shells littered the floor. Brenton ushered everyone into a candlelit booth with ripped leather seats. Then he snapped his fingers at a pretty young waitress, who froze as if bitten by an insect.
âFour ham and cheese sandwiches,â Brenton said when she got to the table.
âAnd to drink?â the waitress asked.
Brenton tipped her a wink. âPitcher of beer for me and the missus. Two Cokes for the kids. Oh and bring glasses for those Cokes, please.â
The waitress wrote it all down, clicked her pen, and disappeared.
âThat,â Brenton said to Dante, âis how you do help.â He was no longer smiling. His eyes, in fact, had turned deadly serious. âKeep it friendly but donât let them forget you mean business.â
âYes, sir,â Dante replied.
âToo much patience,â the other continued, leaning forward, âand you stumble, and you fall to their level. You become content with failure, because heyâânow he leaned back, spreading his arms, smilingââeveryone likes you! What else do you need? Is that what you want, Dante? To be an amicable failure?â
âNo, sir.â
The arms dropped. âGood lad. Good lad. Anyway, my Sunnyâs sweet enough for the both of you. Isnât that right, dearest?â
âRight as rain, Dad,â she said.
From under the table Dante felt her hand take his knee. She kept it there until the drinks arrived, at which point Brenton poured out, ordering him and Sunny to open the Cokes but leave their glasses alone.
âItâs dark in here,â he said, lifting the pitcher of beer. âNo oneâs going to notice. Or care.â
And with that, he filled Danteâs glass to the brim with foaming gold brew. Sunnyâs came next, then Dawnâs, then his own.
âSee them tumblinâ down!â the piano player began to sing. âPledginâ their love to the ground! Lonely but free Iâll be found! Driftinâ along with the tumblinâ tumbleweeds!â
âDante?â
He looked at Brenton, who was looking back steadily. âDrink up.â
âBut the waitress,â he stammered.
âWhat about her?â
âSheâll be coming back any minute with the sandwiches!â
âThen empty your glass quickly, before she arrives.â
âGo ahead, Dante,â Sunny said. In the candlelight her smile seemed to glow like a fire bolt struck through the heart of a lamb. âWhatâs wrong? Never had beer before?â
âIâll know when night has gone! That a new worldâs born at dawn! Iâll keep rollinâ along! Deep in my heart
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