Except that Friday night it was raining so hard the display was postponed until Saturday. It was a combined Guy Fawkes and Halloween, though not many people chose to dress up, Puruwai was too subdued. Thankfully, the night was crisp and clear, without a hint of wind or rain to hinder the fireworks about to burst through the night. It was also the first night the carnival opened for the season, and the line for the Ferris wheel, as miserable as it was, almost reached the carpark. When we were fifteen my father had insisted that Judah and I get a job there to teach us the value of money, but when we wasted it all to buy cheap alcohol from the bar in town that closed its eyes to underage drinkers, he made us quit before the season finished. Cara stood by my side, wrapped in a thick, but worn jacket, and we watched as Judah leaned against the bonnet of the Fairlane, staring at the flames of the bonfire on the beach. "I'm surprised he let me drive," I said and took another swig of the coke in my hand.
