Something about the spinning, feeling weightless and pinned down at the same time, glued to Rosie's side, helps further unstick Sabrina. Despite what some might have to say about a general lack of critical thinking skills, it's never good for her to be in her own head, thinking too hard.

There's other rides after they've done the Tilt-a-Whirl a few times, chasing the last of the summer heat, and by the time they're sitting on a bench near the beach, ice cream in hand, Sabrina's begun to think she might have pulled this off.

She still feels like asking, though, bumping her knee against Rosie's. "So," she says, only the slightest air of hesitance. "I mean, we've still got ice cream but. Did you-- did you have a good time?"