Page 47 of Totally Shipped
“Everyone alright?” grunts Gray.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
The pain in my thigh muscles is intense. Just keep going. Thank feck for the floaties. How could Daisy have managed this? Shite, it’s unbearable to think about.
“This reminds me of a riddle…”
Oh Leander, there you go, being all cheerful when everything fecking sucks.
Neither Gray nor I respond, but Leander carries on regardless.
“Three men are on a boat. The boat capsizes and not a single man gets wet…how is that possible?”
Gray growls, which makes me laugh.
“No, seriously,” Leander nags us. “Think about it.”
He is seriously annoying. Especially because now I can't get the riddle out of my head. After a few minutes I give up.
“Alright, tell us the answer.”
“Because none of the men were single! They were all married! Get it?”
I have to laugh.
When we find Daisy, we need toallmarry her. (Apart from Rex, I guess).
I glance down at my hand and see Grandma’s emerald ring.
Beyonce would tell us to put a ring on it.
Happily, Queen B, happily.
After what feels like another hour, we are virtually at the island, and it’s virtually dark.
“Do you think Harvey is watching us approach?” Leander pants as we wade ashore.
“Who knows. Feck, I’m knackered.” I flop down on the sand and try to get my breath.
Gray collapses next to me, breathing heavily. Leander is hopping from foot to foot.
“Cramp,” he says, briefly.
“Get a banana, the potassium will help,” Gray tells him. “Meemaw got terrible leg cramps. Always slept with a banana by her bed.”
“Meemaw. That was Rex’s grandma, right?”
I realize I know so little about Gray’s own family. He never talks about them. This isn’t the time for a trip down memory lane, but I do want to know about them sometime.
Leander passes a banana to me as well.
Fecking bananas.
“You know what I’m thinking? I’m thinking about steak, with mashed potato, green beans, and a pint of Guinness would do the trick right about now.”
Leander throws his skin at me. “Shut it.”
