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Mom
I’m never getting grandchildren.
Vi
Not with that attitude…
Me
LADIES!
Vi
Zara, chill. You’re gonna be fine. Where are you?
Me
In the fancy car. About to pull up to the fancy plane. There is sparkling water in here. And snacks.
Vi
STEAL. THE. SNACKS!
Mom
Can you send me a pic of Asher when you get there? I want to make it my home screen.
Me
There will be no snack stealing and absolutely no selfies. You are supposed to be helping!
Vi
We are? I don’t recall offering those services.
Mom
Party pooper.
Me
You both suck. I’m going now. Also, Mom, don’t forget those hand stretches I told you about for your tendonitis.
Vi
Yeah, go get on that private jet with all those rock stars. Poor Zara.
Mom
I will if you get me PICTURES!
I roll my eyes and try to steady my breath. The car rolls to a stop, and I look out the window.
Holy shit.
When I imagined a private plane, I immediately thought of something small, with a few plush seats and maybe a room in the back.
This plane isnotsmall.
