He didn’t look like he was enjoying the ride as much as Joey. In fact, Anita thought his face had a definite greenish cast beneath his cheekbones. From the sick smile on his face, she could have sworn that the circular motion of the merry-go-round was making him ill.
Howard hung on to the metal bar gripped in his hands as tightly as he could and grimly fought the urge to throw up. He had determined that he was not going to lose face in front of someone who was young enough to be his grandson. Waves of nausea hit him along with an intense fear of embarrassment. When Joey jumped off the merry-go-round and began pushing to increase the revolutions per minute,