"I think he was mad at me." Aarne shrugs while wondering if maybe, inside somewhere, Joe was still angry with him. He worried like this a lot, worried that he was going to make everyone leave.

"Stick that finger up again and I'll bite it." Aarne giggled and straddled the bike before looking back at the board, the bike and Billy. He pulled off his leather belt and looped it through the bar on just behind the seat, buckled it and nodded. It would give Billy somewhere to hold and keep him away from the tires.

"Sitting, I think, to start." Aarne loved crazy stunts but the idea of hurting Billy, or more the look on Rik's face if Billy got hurt, was not something the Fin wanted to happen.