Joyland

cough, Mike’s fine.” She was still holding her book open, which probably meant she wanted me to go, and that made me angrier. You have to remember that was the year everyone wanted me to go, even the guy whose life I’d saved.
    Which is probably why I said, “Mike doesn’t think he’s fine. So who am I supposed to believe here, Annie?”
    Her eyes widened with surprise, then grew distant. “I’m sure I don’t care who or what you believe, Devin. It’s really not any of your business.”
    “Yes it is.” That came from behind us. Mike had rolled up in his chair. It wasn’t the motorized kind, which meant he’d been turning the wheels with his hands. Strong boy, cough or no cough. He’d buttoned his shirt wrong, though.
    Annie turned to him, surprised. “What are you doing here? You were supposed to let the nurse—”
    “I told her I could do it on my own and she said okay. Its just a left and two rights from radiology, you know. I’m not blind, just dy—”
    “Mr. Jones was visiting a friend of his, Mike.” So now I had been demoted back to Mr. Jones. She closed her book with a snap and stood up. “He’s probably anxious to get home, and I’m sure you must be ti—”
    “I want him to take us to the park.” Mike spoke calmly enough, but his voice was loud enough to make people look around. “Us.”
    “Mike, you know that’s not—”
    “To Joyland. To Joy . . . Land.” Still calm, but louder still. Now everyone was looking. Annie’s cheeks were flaming. “I want you both to take me.” His voice rose louder still. “I want you to take me to Joyland before I die.”
    Her hand covered her mouth. Her eyes were huge. Her words, when they came, were muffled but understandable. “Mike . . . you’re not going to die, who told you . . .” She turned on me. “Do I have you to thank for putting that idea in his head?”
    “Of course not.” I was very conscious that our audience was growing—it now included a couple of nurses and a doctor in blue scrubs and booties—but I didn’t care. I was still angry. “ He told me. Why would that surprise you, when you know all about his intuitions?”
    That was my afternoon for provoking tears. First Eddie, now Annie. Mike was dry-eyed, though, and he looked every bit as furious as I felt. But he said nothing as she grabbed the handles of his wheelchair, spun it around, and drove it at the door. I thought she was going to crash into them, but the magic eye got them open just in time.
    Let them go, I thought, but I was tired of letting women go. I was tired of just letting things happen to me and then feeling bad about them.
    A nurse approached me. “Is everything all right?”
    “No,” I said, and followed them out.

    Annie had parked in the lot adjacent to the hospital, where a sign announced THESE TWO ROWS RESERVED FOR THE HANDICAPPED. She had a van, I saw, with plenty of room for the folded-up wheelchair in back. She had gotten the passenger door open, but Mike was refusing to get out of the chair. He was gripping the handles with all his strength, his hands dead white.
    “Get in!” she shouted at him.
    Mike shook his head, not looking at her.
    “Get in, dammit !”
    This time he didn’t even bother to shake his head.
    She grabbed him and yanked. The wheelchair had its brake on and tipped forward. I grabbed it just in time to keep it from going over and spilling them both into the open door of the van.
    Annie’s hair had fallen into her face, and the eyes peering through it were wild: the eyes, almost, of a skittish horse in a thunderstorm. “Let go! This is all your fault! I never should, have —”
    “Stop,” I said. I took hold of her shoulders. The hollows there were deep, the bones close to the surface. I thought, She’s been too busy stuffing calories into him to worry about herself.
    “LET ME G—”
    “I don’t want to take him away from you,” I said. “Annie, that’s the last thing I want.”
    She stopped struggling. Warily, I let go of her. The novel she’d been reading had fallen to the pavement in the struggle. I bent down, picked it up, and put it into the pocket on the back of the wheelchair.
    “Mom.” Mike took her hand. “It doesn’t have to be the last good time.”
    Then I understood. Even before her shoulders slumped and the sobs started, I understood. It wasn’t the fear that I’d stick him on some crazy-last ride and the burst of adrenaline would kill him. It wasn’t fear that a stranger would