Page 95 of Totally Shipped
None of us are looking forward to being ‘celebrities’ when we get back, but it’s inevitable.
“And travel arrangements?”
“DeLong says our documents arrive tomorrow, then we are set to flyVon a private jet, no less. Organized by Leander and his brother.”
I’m very much a Socialist, but I’m not going to lie, sometimes Capitalism comes in handy.
I look over at Daisy and see her biting her lip.
“Macushla?”
“I’m worried about what lies ahead. Like, how can we all keep together? Will you go back to New York?”
I immediately go over and hold her tight. “Nothing will keep us apart,” I say. “Nothing will ever come between us ever. Our family is what matters most. You, me, Thea, Leander, Gray, and Rex. Wherever you are, we will be too. Even if you decide you want to live in Timbuktu—we’ll be there.”
She snuggles into me. “I don’t think I can have the responsibility of choosing where we all end up. I don't have any roots, really.”
“That’s perfect, then. We’ll make roots together. And we don’t need to rush to make decisions, let's just see how things play out.”
“Together?”
“Together.”
DAISY
We’ve all been given beds at the medical center.
The doctor wanted us on IV antibiotics, and various other medications I was too tired to take note of.
I’ve no problem with it all. Thea and I are clean, and hydrated, and in a comfy bed. And best of all, we are all in a ward together! The six-bed patient room has been designated the Island survivor zone.
“Did you get some of that papaya cake, Daisy?”
“Sooo good.”
“Yeah,” Keyara grins. “The nurse snuck me two extra slices!”
“Did you clean your teeth after?”
She nods. We’ve all been brushing our teeth A LOT.
“Do you need anything else, honey?”
“No, except…” she pauses.
“Key?”
“I wish I had a book to read! I’m bored!”
A chuckle comes from the bed where Rex is lounging. Having ‘being bored’ as our biggest problem is just amazing.
I look over to where Thea is happily sleeping in a crib.
“I think there is a little gift shop at the entrance. Shall we go take Uncle Leander’s credit card details and see what we can find?”
“Yay!”
Hand-in-hand we head down the corridor and indeed find a small ‘store’. It has a selection of snacks, a few wilted bouquets and a small selection of books and magazines. Keyara immediately starts pawing through them. I wander over to the main entrance doors and look out over the parking lot. It’s not a pretty view, but I drink in all the civilization.
