It was like Alvin was seven years old again. He couldn’t stop moving, and Rosalyn had to keep spinning in place to keep him in sight. “This. Yes. This is the best thing that has ever been created.”
“Really?” Rosalyn laughed, “The best thing that has ever been created? Ever?”
Alvin slowed down, wrapping an arm around her waist and nodding solemnly. “Yes. The very best thing. Where has this been my whole life?”
“Literally a forty-five minute car ride away from your childhood home,” Rosalyn answered bluntly. Alvin rolled his eyes and kissed her on the top of the head.
“Come on, so much to see. And the place closes at six.” Alvin grabbed her hand and dragged her along behind him, laughing the whole way