Chapter 5. Brighton Beach and Coney Island

Hey, you probably haven't had anything to eat since you left Mount Holyoke. That makes me think. We've never sat down together for a meal. You always had to eat with your family in the restaurant, and I ate in the staff quarters. Let's go get some food. What do you like?

"Well, I'm kind of a semi-vegetarian. My family doesn't eat pork, but I like other meat. What about a pastrami sandwich and salad?"

Sounds good to me. As long as it's not Jujubes. Let's jump in the car and see what we can find. We can go to Brighton Beach. They have a lot of Russian delis. Mrs. Stahl's has great knishes there. After lunch, we can go to Coney Island and ride the Cyclone.

"Johnny, you're such a daredevil! Just like dancing on a log. I'm about as scared of going on a roller coaster as I was walking on the log or doing the lift."

But you finally did the lift. You trusted me. I told you I never dropped anyone. Trust me now. I will hold onto you when we ride the coaster.

"Now I trust your strong arms to lift me up, but you don't have any control over a roller coaster."

That's part of the fun—losing control.

"I lose control with you, and it's thrilling. But I don't know if I will lose my lunch when we go up and down the hills," said Baby.

We can stroll on the boardwalk until your lunch settles. Hey, how would you like me to win a cat doll? Here's the "Knock Down the Cat" game. I was an athlete in high school, and the object of this is to throw baseballs to knock over toy cats. You get three balls. Here goes. One, oops, two, got it, three, didn't need it. What color would you like? "Green like your eyes." Okay. Here's your green cat doll.

"Aw, that's the first thing you've ever given me. I'll keep it near me at college."

That's not all I'm going to give you when we get back. But don't ask me to try the "Davy Crockett Rifle Gallery." I'm your lover, not a shooter. Okay. Here we are at the Cyclone.

"Johnny, I'm scared but I'll ride the roller coaster if you hold me."

Piece of cake. I'll hold you forever. Here we go, and they put the bar across our laps to keep us safe. Hold on. Here we go up to the top of the hill, and—whoa! Down we go, up and down. What a thrill! You did good. "It was actually kind of fun with you next to me."

Now, I'm going on the Parachute Jump. My cousin Billy and I like to do that.

"You're just a big kid! I'll wait for you at the bottom. Dropping 260 feet is way more than I can stand."

Talk about stand, my hair is standing on end after that drop. "I love your hair," says Baby, smoothing it down. "I love to run my fingers through it. I never liked MY hair. It's naturally curly and I can't do a thing with it except that I smoothed it with a fancy barrette when we did Mambo Magic."

It looked really nice that night, but I like it loose, tickling my face when we're close. It was when we did Mambo Magic that I finally admitted to myself that I was in love with you. Well, it's getting late in the afternoon. We should be driving back, and we should stop at a grocery and get some eggs and things for breakfast.