"I told you this would happen." Cara spun around anxiously searching the crowds for Josie's familiar face. "Oh my god, what is wrong with her.
I mean to go off on her own like that? Has she gone senile?"
"Calm down," said Sean. "I'm sure she hasn't gone far. I saw her spying the cotton candy. I bet she went back for a twist."
"Of all of the stupid things to ask for on your birthday. The fair. I mean really, what is she? 7?"
"She wanted to go. She's 80 Cara. Her life is nearly over, maybe she just wants to have some fun."
"Fun my arse, what she wants to do is torment me," said Cara fuming.
"Jesus, she's not an imbecile. Does she have a cell phone?" Cara nodded. "Then call her."
"Right." Cara took a breath and pulled out her phone and dialed her mother. It went straight to voice mail. "You don't suppose she's been robbed?"
"No," said Sean, "I'd like to meet the person who would try. Look, we're here. It's a beautiful day, why don't we just have some fun. She'll turn up when she's ready."
"Like a puppy?"
He shrugged. "Kind of."
Cara smirked. "Fine, she's on her own."
An hour went by, then two and still no sign of Josephine. "I'm starting to get worried," said Cara.
"I mean we haven't had the greatest relationship but I don't want to see her dead old body thrown into the ditch."
"Your sentimentality is really touching," Sean said arching an eyebrow.
"You know what I mean."
"Why do you hate her so much?"
"I don't hate her. At least I don't' think I do. She's just always been..." She paused. "Different than I am. I've never known how to connect with her. We're oil and vinegar."
"I wouldn't say that," said Sean. "Vinegar and vinegar maybe."
Cara rolled her eyes. "You're not helping."
"Think for a minute. Why did she want to go to the fair in the first place?"
"I'm not sure. She's just had it in her head ever since my dad- oh my god. I know where she's gone."
High above the crowds Josephine sat in the slanted seat with her feet dangling over the edge. The wheel had stopped at the top just like the old days.
She looked around her at all the people below, reduced to ants scurrying about. The seat swung gently back and forth, like a rocking chair. "Remember," she said aloud.
"Remember when you held my hand and said I was your girl? It was my first kiss." She closed her eyes and tilted her chin upward.
"I miss you so much," she said. "I feel a bit closer to you up here. Isn't that funny?"
The wheel jerked a little. They started to move. "I'll see you soon," she said. "Sooner than later."
She rode the wheel down back to the earth and all of its goings on. Cara and Sean were coming. She could see the concern on their faces. But it was all okay. She'd gotten her wish, at last. And the wheel kept on turning.