Epilogue
Montreal, 1936
“This is absolutely mad!” Chris shoved Joe, laughing. “Would you look at this place!”
Joe had never seen him like this. So happy. So childlike. “I can’t believe you’ve never been here before,” he said, pointing to the white lights all around their heads. “Rich as you are.”
“My father didn’t like the crowds.” Christophe adjusted his jacket and leaned back on his heels. “Well, where should we start? The House of Nonsense? Shoot-the Chutes?”
Dominion Park. It was like nothing in the world. They called it the biggest amusement park in North America. Joe didn’t know about that, but it was grandiose. “How about the Russian Mountain?”
Christophe agreed with excitement. “Yes!”
They set off for the roller coaster ride. But midway, Christophe stopped again and grabbed
