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Behind them the barker's amplified voice grew hollow with distance, counterpointed by Jerry Lee's pumping piano, music like some mad, dented hot rod that was too tough to die, rumbling out of the dead and silent fifties like an omen. “Come in, men, come on over, don't be shy because these girls sure aren't, not in the least little bit! It's all on the inside… your education isn't complete until you've seen the Club Playboy show…
“Don't you want to go on back and finish your education?” she asked.
He smiled. “I finshed my basic course work on that subject some time ago. I guess I can wait a while to get my Ph. D.”
She glanced at her watch. “Hey, it's getting late, Joh
“Yeah. But at least it's Friday.”
She sighed, thinking of her fifth-period study hall and her seventh-period New Fiction class, both of them impossibly rowdy.
They had worked their way back to the main part of the midway. The crowd was thi
“You doing anything Saturday?” he asked, suddenly diffident. “I know it's short notice, but…”
“I have plans,” she said.
“Oh.”
And she couldn't bear his crestfallen expression, it was really too mean to tease him about that. “I'm doing something with you.
“You are?… Oh, you are. Say, that's good. “He gri
You're feeling good again, Sarah. Feeling happy. Isn't it fine?
“Yes, it is,” she said. She went up on tiptoe and kissed him quickly. She made herself go on before she could chicken out. “It gets pretty lonely down there in Veazie sometimes, you know. Maybe I could… sort of spend the night with you.”
He looked at her with warm thoughtfulness, and with a speculation that made her tingle deep inside. “Would that be what you want, Sarah?”
She nodded. “Very much what I want.”
“All right,” he said, and put an arm around her.
“Are you sure?” Sarah asked a little shyly.
“I'm just afraid you'll change your mind.”
“I won't, Joh
He hugged her tighter against him. “Then it's my lucky night.”
They were passing the Wheel of Fortune as he said it, and Sarah would later remember that it was the only booth still open on that side of the midway for thirty yards in either direction. The man behind the counter had just finished sweeping the packed dirt inside for any spare dimes that might have fallen from the playing board during the night's action. Probably his last chore before closing up, she thought. Behind him was his large spoked wheel, outlined by tiny electric bulbs. He must have heard Joh
“Hey-hey-hey, if you feel lucky, mister, spin the Wheel of Fortune, turn dimes into dollars. It's all in the Wheel, try your luck, one thin dime sets this Wheel of Fortune in motion.”
Joh
“Joh
“I feel lucky, just like the man said. “He smiled down at her. “Unless you mind…?”
“No, go ahead. Just don't take too long.”
He looked at her again in that frankly speculative way that made her feel a little weak, wondering how it would be with him. Her stomach did a slow roll-over that made her feel a bit nauseated with sudden sexual longing.
“No, not long. “He looked at the pitchman. The midway behind them was almost completely empty now, and as the overcast had melted off above them it had turned chilly. The three of them were puffing white vapor as they breathed.
“Try” your luck, young man?”
“Yes.”
He had switched all his cash to his front pocket when they arrived at the fair, and now he pulled out the remains of his eight dollars. It came to a dollar eighty-five.
The playing board was a strip of yellow plastic with numbers and odds painted on it in squares. It looked a bit like a roulette board, but Joh
“You want Vegas, go to Vegas. What can I say?”
But Joh
She shook her head. “It's Greek to me. What do you do?”
“Play a number. Or red/black. Or odd/even. Or a ten-number series. They all pay differently. “He gazed at the pitchman, who gazed back blandly. “At least, they should.”
“Play black,” she said. “It is sort of exciting, isn't it?”
“Black,” he said, and dropped his odd dime on the black square.
The pitchman stared at the single dime on his expanse of playboard and sighed. “Heavy plunger. “He turned to the Wheel.
Joh
“That it?”
“Sure,” Joh
The pitchman gave the Wheel a twist and it spun in-side its circle of lights, red and black merging. Joh
“The lady loses, the gentleman wins,” the pitchman said.
“You won, Joh
“Seems like it,” Joh
“Told you, my lucky night,” Joh
“Twice is luck, once is just a fluke,” the pitchman remarked. “Hey-hey-hey.”
“Go again, Joh
“All right. Just as it is for me.”
“Let it ride?”
“Yes.”
The pitchman spun the Wheel again, and as it slid around, Sarah murmured quietly to him, “Aren't all these carnival wheels suppose to be fixed?”
“They used to be. Now the state inspects them and they just rely on their outrageous odds system.”
The Wheel had slowed to its final unwinding tick-tock. The pointer passed 10 and entered Joh
“Come on, come on! “Sarah cried. A couple of teenagers on their way out paused to watch.
The wooden clapper, moving very slowly now, passed 16 and 17, then came to a stop on 18.
“Gentleman wins again. “The pitchman added six more quarters to Joh
“You're rich!” Sarah gloated, and kissed him on the cheek.
“You're streaking, fella,” the pitchman agreed enthusiastically. “Nobody quits a hot stick. Hey-hey-hey.”
“Should I go again?” Joh
“Why not?”
“Yeah, go ahead, man,” one of the teenagers said. A button on his jacket bore the face of Jimi Hendrix. “That guy took me for four bucks tonight. I love to see him take a beatin.”
“You too then,” Joh
“You're riding the middle trip, right, fella?”
Joh