Serena Armstrong
The air is warm and thick with heady scents of caramel corn and fried foods as Lucy and I make our way between the entry gates of the Juniper Carnival. Though she’s been every year since she was born, this is the first time that she’s been tall enough to go on all the rides, and she pulls at my arm excitedly, eyes darting between the sights.
I let her direct me, glancing at my watch as we go. 7:37 p.m. Not bad considering I got home late from work and had to clean the living room carpet after Peter peed on it. Damn dog’s a liability. Still, having him around helped after—no, I’m not dwelling on that again tonight.
“So,” I squeeze Lucy’s hand, putting on my best Sean Connery voice, “where do you want to go first, my girl?”
She giggles, tilting her head to the side. “You
