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   Chapter 8 Wherefore Art Thou, Romeo

I Like Your Shoes By Sivani Yasashree Characters: 4583

Updated: 2018-11-14 23:58

[One Hour Later, Calum Achorn]

"Shut up, woman. Please." I groan for the two thousand and fourteenth time.

"I feel the sudden urge to sing Hotel California at the top of my lungs." She slurs.

I look around me in helplessness. The elderly couple were snoring softly, their heads over each other, oblivious to the delirious woman. The asian couple, not so much. They were looking at her with concerned expressions and the small child was grinning from ear to ear. The air hostess glanced at the mad woman from behind the curtains once, and narrowed her eyes at me. I sigh in exasperation.

"Don't." I try in vain.

"On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair!" She begins to holler.

Every pair of eyes turn around and focus on her. Me. Us.

"Great." I mumble under my breath.

The air hostess starts walking towards us with an unpleasant frown, and I try to calm the mad, drunken woman down. She doesn't mind her audience though and continues with the rest of her song.

"And I was thinking to myself, this could be heaven or this could be hell!"

"Hell. Definitely Hell." I mumble, watching the air hostess jog a little faster to reach our seat.

"Is there a problem with the lady here, Sir?" She demands, glaring at me and throwing cautious glances at the mad woman.

"I believe she drank half a bottle of Sunset Rum." I admit, looking back an

with the lid on, of course and makes herself comfortable on the sink.

I glare her, but her lip trembles in vulnerability again and I sit back down.

"I'll make this my kingdom. I'll call it "The Shack'. No one will ever be treated badly in here." She announces, grinning like a little girl on Christmas morning.

I groan and wipe the sheen of sweat off of my face with frustration.

"I will tell you my story, puny mortal, even though you aren't worthy of listening."

"Then don't tell me." I plead.

"..but I will, because everyone needs a moment to define their lives, and this will be yours!" She bellows.

I sigh.

"I wasn't particularly a smart kid. Well, I was a smart kid, but not in Biology, and Physics and the technical stuff.." The mad woman begins her tale.

I sigh and lean back on the toilet, not even having the energy to feel disgusted.

It was going to be a long talk.


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