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“Don’t mention the fire!” Eve shrieked, cutting off Yvette’s speech and startling everyone in the tri-state area.
“I’m sorry. It slipped out. It won’t happen again.” Yvette looked terrified.
Eve’s balloon head was now buried in her hands. I wondered if maybe it would pop. Yvette tried to comfort her, but Eve swatted her away like a bug.
“She’s having a mimosa by the pool,” Chaz announced gleefully, as if this was the very best bit of news in the whole world. “Milan,” he clarified, surprised by the roomful of blank stares.
“Who is he? ” Eve hissed to Yvette.
“Chaz Richards,” Yvette whispered, cowering like a bad puppy.
“From Neverbeenscooped? Jesus Christ!” Eve growled, dragging her small hands down her cheeks. “For the love of all fuck, Yvette. Is Britney Spears in your ass pocket?” She stood up coolly and walked out of the room. Yvette rolled her eyes and motioned to two of the other “people” to go after her. On her way out, Joe Baronstein gently caught Eve’s arm to slow her and turned to the rest of us.
“Let’s give her an hour,” Joe said. “We’ve got time.”
“Speak for yourself, Joe,” Eve barked at him as she shook his hand off her little arm and continued out of the room.
“Just an hour, Eve,” Joe said apologetically. Seeing them side by side, I remembered that they had been in Afternoon Rain together. He played a cop, and she was his daughter who had been kidnapped. So they did know each other.
Cisco excused himself and walked back over to his books. My legs sort of gave out at that point, so I allowed myself to slide down the glass and sit on the cold floor. I grasped for my phone. Waiting for Milan would give me time to pull myself together.
Flying High
Not that anybody was paying attention, but I was still doing my best to act like this was a day like any other in my fabulous life as a grungy, suburban mall rat. This involved wiping the drool off my mouth as I plopped myself down into the gorgeous, buttery leather plane seat. Really, the inside of the plane was the nicest room I had ever been in. It was like a five star hotel with wings. It only had ten seats but felt huge. It had plush beige carpet, seats that swiveled around and converted into beds, private televisions at each station, and hand-polished wood-grain detailing. My butt was like cheese on a twice-whipped baked potato as it melted into the imported leather.
Cisco was sitting in the first seat on the left, four seats in front of me. I was thrilled I’d get to look at the back of his beautiful head for the next seventeen hours. His books were arranged artfully around him. Was he reading them all at once or showing off? Eve was sitting to the right of Cisco, two seats behind him. Her phone was ringing relentlessly. She wasn’t answering. She was swaddled in her huge white poncho, staring fixedly at the seat in front of her. Finally, she sighed and picked up the phone.
“What?” she asked rudely. She kept glancing over at me like I was ET, and I guess I sort of was in this crowd. Chaz foolishly sat down across the aisle from Eve but promptly moved to the seat behind her at Eve’s not-so-friendly request of “You cannot be serious.”
Chaz put away his laptop and was compulsively sifting through what appeared to be a bunch of meditation CDs. After Joe announced that we would be making a few fuel stops, Chaz took out a bottle of prescription medicine, which he was shaking nervously. He kept looking at his watch, so I assumed he was trying to determine at what point he should take a pill for maximum effect, given the uncertainty of our departure time. I wasn’t sure whether he didn’t like flying in general or he didn’t like the idea of Squiggy Small being our pilot, either. I was in the back of the plane. Clearly, the hierarchy was already in place, but I was happy enough, as I knew I had a great view of the entire goings-on before me. We were still waiting
“Don’t mention the fire!” Eve shrieked, cutting off Yvette’s speech and startling everyone in the tri-state area.
“I’m sorry. It slipped out. It won’t happen again.” Yvette looked terrified.
Eve’s balloon head was now buried in her hands. I wondered if maybe it would pop. Yvette tried to comfort her, but Eve swatted her away like a bug.
“She’s having a mimosa by the pool,” Chaz announced gleefully, as if this was the very best bit of news in the whole world. “Milan,” he clarified, surprised by the roomful of blank stares.
“Who is he? ” Eve hissed to Yvette.
“Chaz Richards,” Yvette whispered, cowering like a bad puppy.
“From Neverbeenscooped? Jesus Christ!” Eve growled, dragging her small hands down her cheeks. “For the love of all fuck, Yvette. Is Britney Spears in your ass pocket?” She stood up coolly and walked out of the room. Yvette rolled her eyes and motioned to two of the other “people” to go after her. On her way out, Joe Baronstein gently caught Eve’s arm to slow her and turned to the rest of us.
“Let’s give her an hour,” Joe said. “We’ve got time.”
“Speak for yourself, Joe,” Eve barked at him as she shook his hand off her little arm and continued out of the room.
“Just an hour, Eve,” Joe said apologetically. Seeing them side by side, I remembered that they had been in Afternoon Rain together. He played a cop, and she was his daughter who had been kidnapped. So they did know each other.
Cisco excused himself and walked back over to his books. My legs sort of gave out at that point, so I allowed myself to slide down the glass and sit on the cold floor. I grasped for my phone. Waiting for Milan would give me time to pull myself together.
Flying High
Not that anybody was paying attention, but I was still doing my best to act like this was a day like any other in my fabulous life as a grungy, suburban mall rat. This involved wiping the drool off my mouth as I plopped myself down into the gorgeous, buttery leather plane seat. Really, the inside of the plane was the nicest room I had ever been in. It was like a five star hotel with wings. It only had ten seats but felt huge. It had plush beige carpet, seats that swiveled around and converted into beds, private televisions at each station, and hand-polished wood-grain detailing. My butt was like cheese on a twice-whipped baked potato as it melted into the imported leather.
Cisco was sitting in the first seat on the left, four seats in front of me. I was thrilled I’d get to look at the back of his beautiful head for the next seventeen hours. His books were arranged artfully around him. Was he reading them all at once or showing off? Eve was sitting to the right of Cisco, two seats behind him. Her phone was ringing relentlessly. She wasn’t answering. She was swaddled in her huge white poncho, staring fixedly at the seat in front of her. Finally, she sighed and picked up the phone.
“What?” she asked rudely. She kept glancing over at me like I was ET, and I guess I sort of was in this crowd. Chaz foolishly sat down across the aisle from Eve but promptly moved to the seat behind her at Eve’s not-so-friendly request of “You cannot be serious.”
Chaz put away his laptop and was compulsively sifting through what appeared to be a bunch of meditation CDs. After Joe announced that we would be making a few fuel stops, Chaz took out a bottle of prescription medicine, which he was shaking nervously. He kept looking at his watch, so I assumed he was trying to determine at what point he should take a pill for maximum effect, given the uncertainty of our departure time. I wasn’t sure whether he didn’t like flying in general or he didn’t like the idea of Squiggy Small being our pilot, either. I was in the back of the plane. Clearly, the hierarchy was already in place, but I was happy enough, as I knew I had a great view of the entire goings-on before me. We were still waiting
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