Once she spoke, and her voice reassured Ennis, he doubled over, puking. He held his hat to the side of his face toward Didi, his other hand braced against the ground while he heaved. After a moment, he settled back on his heels, hat on his head, and swiped the back of his hand across his mouth.
Ennis had never been on a roller coaster, or anything more thrilling than an old tractor. His stomach still felt queasy, but he managed a small smile.