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Isaac took my hand and the fish in his. “He’s in there really good. I’m afraid to dislodge him without tearing your skin.”
The rest of the group gathered around me, all offering suggestions that were completely useless. I mean, how many Canadians knew how to get rid of a piranha? It was invariably decided that we could figure something out at the spa and we reluctantly followed Julie—mostly because she was screaming for us to do so. I wondered if I’d get in trouble for taking her out too?
Chapter Eleven
SIR ALEXANDER DANE : By Grapthar’s hammer, by the sons of Worvan, you shall be avenged .
—Galaxy Quest
Guess what? Nobody at the spa knew what to do either. And Julie was completely useless. Either that, or she refused to help. Needless to say, Bert and Ernie filmed everything.
I can’t tell you how weird it was to get a manicure with a dead fish attached to my hand. Imelda, my manicurist, politely worked around it as if it weren’t there. I decided to name the fish Bob.
The best part of the reward was taking a shower and putting on the fluffy, white robe. Getting my hand through the sleeve with Bob was difficult, but I forgot all about him once I saw Lex in his robe.
During my pedicure, Bob started drying up a bit. I was sitting next to Isaac, and he was still trying to come up with a solution. I was trying to get annoyed with him, but he was so sweet.
“I just can’t understand why no one has offered you medical attention!” he said loudly, hoping the staff might react. They didn’t.
“Well, I’m hoping that when he dries up, we can just snap him off. He’s a little heavy,” I replied. Theglassy, lifeless eyes were staring at me. Sigh. Poor Bob. He died for that last pearl.
My hairdresser turned out to be an American expat named Gloria with a giant, blonde bouffant hairdo and a beauty mark that seemed to move a few millimeters every five minutes or so.
The minute she saw the fish, she seized a pair of shears and carefully snipped Bob off at the lips. Poor Bob. As she styled my hair (which she said really needed some work), she soaked my hand in some type of clear solution. While my hair was setting under the dryer, Gloria carefully pried the teeth out of my hand, covered the wound liberally with Neosporin and bandaged it, slipping me three ibuprofen under the table. I felt so much relief (and a little sadness) at having Bob removed, I didn’t really notice the pain.
“Um,” I said slowly, “can I have those?”
Gloria laughed. “Sure, honey. I’ll be right back.”
Ten minutes later, Gloria returned with the teeth strung on a bit of leather. She presented them to me like it was the Nobel Prize. Then she took the curlers out of my hair.
We looked ridiculous, walking the beach back to our campsite with these high, curly coifs and bright polish on our fingers and toes. No one spoke at first, and not because Julie warned us, but mostly because it was a stupid reward.
“I’m really pissed off they didn’t help you,” Sami said on the way back.
“I have to admit, that was really rude,” Cricket chirped.
“You got a lot of moxie,” Silas begrudged. Apparently he approved of the way I suffered.
“I’m going to punch Alan in the face when we see him tomorrow,” Lex murmured.
“I’ll hold him down for you,” Isaac said.
It was as if I already had a boyfriend and a big brother on the team. I didn’t say much—just fingered Bob’s teeth, now tethered around my neck. Two things were on my mind. First of all was my explosive attraction to Lex. I was seriously turned on from hugging his body and kissing him earlier. Granted, everyone else got kissed too, but what happened between us was special. Right?
And secondly, I was very worried I was becoming friends with the Vic. I was on this stupid show for one reason and one reason only. He was a bad guy. I had a job to do. But Isaac was sweet. He was looking after me. And that made me very nervous.
When a Bombay gets an
The rest of the group gathered around me, all offering suggestions that were completely useless. I mean, how many Canadians knew how to get rid of a piranha? It was invariably decided that we could figure something out at the spa and we reluctantly followed Julie—mostly because she was screaming for us to do so. I wondered if I’d get in trouble for taking her out too?
Chapter Eleven
SIR ALEXANDER DANE : By Grapthar’s hammer, by the sons of Worvan, you shall be avenged .
—Galaxy Quest
Guess what? Nobody at the spa knew what to do either. And Julie was completely useless. Either that, or she refused to help. Needless to say, Bert and Ernie filmed everything.
I can’t tell you how weird it was to get a manicure with a dead fish attached to my hand. Imelda, my manicurist, politely worked around it as if it weren’t there. I decided to name the fish Bob.
The best part of the reward was taking a shower and putting on the fluffy, white robe. Getting my hand through the sleeve with Bob was difficult, but I forgot all about him once I saw Lex in his robe.
During my pedicure, Bob started drying up a bit. I was sitting next to Isaac, and he was still trying to come up with a solution. I was trying to get annoyed with him, but he was so sweet.
“I just can’t understand why no one has offered you medical attention!” he said loudly, hoping the staff might react. They didn’t.
“Well, I’m hoping that when he dries up, we can just snap him off. He’s a little heavy,” I replied. Theglassy, lifeless eyes were staring at me. Sigh. Poor Bob. He died for that last pearl.
My hairdresser turned out to be an American expat named Gloria with a giant, blonde bouffant hairdo and a beauty mark that seemed to move a few millimeters every five minutes or so.
The minute she saw the fish, she seized a pair of shears and carefully snipped Bob off at the lips. Poor Bob. As she styled my hair (which she said really needed some work), she soaked my hand in some type of clear solution. While my hair was setting under the dryer, Gloria carefully pried the teeth out of my hand, covered the wound liberally with Neosporin and bandaged it, slipping me three ibuprofen under the table. I felt so much relief (and a little sadness) at having Bob removed, I didn’t really notice the pain.
“Um,” I said slowly, “can I have those?”
Gloria laughed. “Sure, honey. I’ll be right back.”
Ten minutes later, Gloria returned with the teeth strung on a bit of leather. She presented them to me like it was the Nobel Prize. Then she took the curlers out of my hair.
We looked ridiculous, walking the beach back to our campsite with these high, curly coifs and bright polish on our fingers and toes. No one spoke at first, and not because Julie warned us, but mostly because it was a stupid reward.
“I’m really pissed off they didn’t help you,” Sami said on the way back.
“I have to admit, that was really rude,” Cricket chirped.
“You got a lot of moxie,” Silas begrudged. Apparently he approved of the way I suffered.
“I’m going to punch Alan in the face when we see him tomorrow,” Lex murmured.
“I’ll hold him down for you,” Isaac said.
It was as if I already had a boyfriend and a big brother on the team. I didn’t say much—just fingered Bob’s teeth, now tethered around my neck. Two things were on my mind. First of all was my explosive attraction to Lex. I was seriously turned on from hugging his body and kissing him earlier. Granted, everyone else got kissed too, but what happened between us was special. Right?
And secondly, I was very worried I was becoming friends with the Vic. I was on this stupid show for one reason and one reason only. He was a bad guy. I had a job to do. But Isaac was sweet. He was looking after me. And that made me very nervous.
When a Bombay gets an
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