“You should check out the other side,” Eric said, appearing suddenly beside me. I heard a pop: he was moving on to his next beer. “That’s where the ring is. Come on, I’ll show you.”

I followed him around, past the chariot, to where a large horse was rearing up, head thrown back, mouth open. Whoever had made this had taken their time.

“You kind of have to get in the right place to see it,” Eric said, climbing up beside the horse. He held out his free hand. “I’ll pull you up.”

I looked back at Layla, who I could now barely make out in the dark. Mac I’d lost sight off entirely. Only Irv remained fully visible, but it wasn’t like he was one to blend in. I gave Eric my hand, feeling his fingers tighten around mine as he lifted me up next to him. Beneath our feet, the carousel creaked.

“Okay,” he said, putting his hands on my shoulders and gesturing for me to look up at the roof of the carousel above us. “Now, see where the pole meets the metal up there?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“Then look right to the left of it.” He pointed. “It’s sort of small, but it’s there.”

It took a minute, but then I made it out: a simple ring, hanging above us, close enough that if you were on the horse as it rose to its highest point, you could grab it. “I’m surprised no one’s pulled it down,” I said.

“Oh, believe me, we’ve tried.” He took another drink. “It’s stuck in there good. Whoever made this didn’t want anyone to take it.”

I could see how it would be tempting. Who doesn’t try for the prize if it’s that close? “How do you get up there, though?”

“When it’s moving.”

I turned around, only to realize we were really close, practically face-to-face. Eric, for his part, did not seem startled by this, and I suddenly had the feeling, if not the certainty, that he had done this—all of this—before. “It moves?”

“Only when someone’s pushing it,” I heard Mac say.

Somehow, he’d approached without us hearing him and was now standing just in front of the horse. In the moonlight, I noticed again the coin hanging from the chain around his neck. Instinctively, I stepped out from beneath Eric’s hands, which were still on my shoulders. “How is that even possible? Isn’t it, like, crazy heavy?”

“Not as long as you don’t load it up with too many people,” he said. “We’ve gotten it going at a decent clip before. Especially if Irv’s here.”

“Can’t get drunk, have to push the merry-go-round,” Irv’s baritone came from the darkness. “Don’t know why I even hang out with you guys.”

“Because you love us,” Layla, who had also now walked over, called out to him. She looked up at Eric. “Your phone’s beeping, just FYI.”

“Oh, that might be about this gig next weekend. I should take it.” Eric patted my shoulder. “Back in a sec.”

Layla watched as he went around to the other side. Then, without comment, she followed, leaving me and Mac alone. We were quiet for a moment. I could hear Layla talking to Irv and another beer popping. Finally I said, “I wish I’d found something like this when I used to walk in the woods.”

He looked up at it. “Yeah?”

I nodded. “The coolest thing I ever found was an arrowhead. Oh, and a bat skull.”

“Sounds like you were out there a lot.”

“My brother and I were. When we were kids.” I looked up at the ring again. In the right light, with the moon hitting a rust hole just near it, you could see it perfectly. I took a drink. “He was the explorer, really. I just tagged along. I wanted to do everything he did.”

Another silence. I heard Layla laugh. Then Mac said, “I heard about what happened to your brother. I’m sorry.”

“It didn’t happen to him,” I said. “He did something. There’s a difference.”

As soon as I said this, I realized how angry it sounded. He said, “I didn’t—”

“No, you’re fine,” I said quickly. “It’s just . . . a tender spot. I guess.”

Immediately, I was horrified. What possessed me to use the word tender in any context around a cute guy I barely knew, I had no idea. I took a big gulp of my beer, then another.

“Well,” he said after a moment, “everyone has one.”

He was looking up at the trees as he said this, his face brightened by the moonlight. Maybe it was the beer, or the fact I’d already said the wrong thing twice. But I figured I had little left to lose. So I said, “Even you, huh?”

Now he did look at me. “I was the fat, pimply kid up until pretty recently. You don’t just forget.”

I shook my head. “I still can’t believe that.”

“It’s documented.” Another sip. “Despite my best efforts to destroy any and all evidence.”

Distantly, I heard Layla laugh. “I would think you’d want the proof. That maybe it might, you know, make you proud. Seeing where you came from.”

“I’d be prouder if I had never let myself get to that point,” he said.

“Can’t change the past.”

He reached up, sliding his finger under the chain around his neck. “Doesn’t mean you should dwell on it.”

Eric wasn’t the only lightweight: the beer was hitting me now. I finished it off, then put it down beside me. “What’s the story with that coin?”