“Do you want to go on Space Mountain?”
“Um…” He was suddenly pale.
“Or we could go to New Orleans Square and see if we can find the Haunted Mansion from there, if you’d rather?”
His sigh was relieved. “The Haunted Mansion, if you don’t mind.”
We walked back. I bought him a set of Mickey Mouse ears, and he bought me a Goofy hat. We entered the Haunted Mansion, and this time we took advantage of the dark to hold hands.
“That was fun.” Al was laughing when we stepped out into the dimming sunlight. “Oh! I didn’t realize the time.”
I glanced at my watch. “Do you have to go yet?”
“No.” There seemed to be a hint of defiance in that one word.
“Come on, then. The Blue Bayou is right this way, and I’ve had dinner reservations since this morning.”
His cheeks pinked. “Dinner sounds good.” But he swallowed when he opened the menu. “Maybe we should go someplace else?”
“Isn’t there anything on the menu that appeals to you?”