THIRTEEN
D’ANDRE WALKER was flying and strapped onto Steve Arkin's back. Over the east river, over the skyscrapers, it was a quick trip, but his whole body went weak and shook. Trapped between the sun and the hard city landscape below, this was almost too much for him. His hands kept jittering.
Steve dropped right down in the middle of the amusement park. Coney Island was full up with people.
Passersby clicked cell phone photos, as D'Andre climbed down to the old wooden planks. Eventually, the spectators shuffled on and left them alone.
D'Andre sat on a bench to recover his strength.
Steve went over and bought a cotton candy.
D'Andre ate the treat while studying the surrounding ride options.
Super Steve pointed. “The Tilt a Whirl is a classic.”
“I’ll think about it.”
The two strol
