Outside, Adam climbs on Shirley's back to ride her to their hotel. Grummt steps behind them and slips his hands under Adam's arms. Adam clings, monkeylike, to his mother's neck. "Let go," says Grummt. Adam thinks about it, then does. The powerful decathlete lifts the boy onto his shoulders and gallops off, suddenly a snorting stallion.
Babashoff calls out, "Write from Germany."
"No, no. Save me, save me," cries Adam with such sincerity that Grummt turns him to face his mother. Adam cannot hide his ecstatic smile. Grummt suggests an airplane. Adam is game. Grummt holds him by an arm and a leg and pivots like a hammer thrower, and in an instant the delighted boy is flying tight circles. When Grummt brings him to a soft landing, Adam reels and lurches dizzily, drunkenly, sending Babashoff and Ender into fits of laughter.
"Again?" asks Grummt. Instantly Adam stops staggering and spreads his arms. Again they spin, with Adam feeling he's about to fly off into the soft Indiana night and with Babashoff and Ender open-mouthed at this human carnival ride, all their differences held in momentary suspension.