"But we can keep going."

"Your turn," I say to Krista.

"Tell us why you freaked.

But first, make Mickey buy you

a funnel cake."

On a bench

by the Ferris wheel

they eat.

I crouch a few feet in front of them,

in the middle of the foot traffic.

Apparently I never sat on that bench

in my whole life.

"My brother died when I was ten."

Krista tugs off a long string of fried dough

and dangles it into her mouth.

Powdered sugar

showers over the edge of her lips

down to her chin.

I wonder if Mickey wants to lick it off.

I would

if I could smell

and taste,

or think of anyone but Aura.

"What happened?" Mickey asks.

"OD'd."

A strong breeze

sweeps her hair into her mouth

as she speaks and eats.

She tucks it behind her ear.

"Officially an accident."

"Officially?"

"I think he killed himself.

Otherwise he probably would've haunted me."

Right.