She couldn’t decide if it was painful or embarrassing to be so wrong about so many things at the same time. First was the gelato, which Michael had insisted she taste before they did anything else. She sampled several flavors and finally settled on the vanilla bean. As promised, it was smoother and denser and richer tasting than any ice cream she’d ever had, even the ones in special cases at the grocery store that were so expensive they came in tiny tubs to hide their per ounce price. Best of all, it was two-thirds the calories of regular ice cream. In the simplest terms possible, even with the reduced calories, gelato was a distinct threat to the twenty pounds she’d lost in the past six months. Second, she’d honestly believed she would be bored out of her mind at a boardwalk carnival. Seen one, seen them all, as her brother liked to say. He hadn’t been talking about carnivals at the time, but it still fit. She was anything but bored.
