The wind was sharper this close to the water. Hands trembling, Astrid hurried to zip her jacket before the ride operator checked her seatbelt. She wished her tremors had more to do with the chill in ... [+]
I watched as one wave of people flowed off the train and another wave flowed on—just like the waves at the beach pushing and pulling on my toes. I wagged my feet as I remembered the sensation. I looked up at Momma. I could see her eyes drooping. Her fingers twitched on my shoulder as she fought sleep. It had been a long day. I was glad we were going home. I scooted closer to her.
A woman came and sat across from us. She was clinging to a big, colorful bag, and her eyes were wide, darting everywhere around her. She glanced quickly at me and smiled a toothy grin. "Hello there," she said qu