Freaks, Fears, and Frappuccinos


I've always wanted to go to Florida, but I've kept my opinion to myself. In fact, I haven't even said anything about it. The last thing I want to do is look like a complainer. 

And it's crazy how much Scarlett wants to go to New York. She's been talking about it for quite awhile now. So who am I to dash Scarlett's dreams?

Like usual, I walk in front of the pack. Scarlett is in the back, with Rosana safely secure walking between us. I sigh, but not loudly enough for the others to hear. It seems like Ro's fears are getting out of control. At least Scarlett is acting her normal self.

"Let's stop at Starbuck's," Scarlett suggests. "Maybe you'd feel better if you have something sweet to drink, Ro."

Rosana nods her head, but then she gets a worried look on her face. "Remember that one time I got sick from the coffee drink at Renold's Ice Shoppe?" she squeaks.

I'm getting frustrated, but I don't show it. "Yeah, Rosana," I say, calling Ro by her full name, "but that was Renold's Ice Shoppe. Just because one coffee shoppe makes you sick doesn't mean Starbuck's will."

"I think I'll get a smoothie," says Ro, a worried expression on her face.

"Yeah, me, too," says Scarlett. 

"I think you'd like their caramel frappuccino," I suggest. "It's what I'm getting."

"Oh, that does sound good. Nevermind, I'm getting that," Scarlett says, changing her mind in an instant.

That's the thing about Scarlett. She changes her mind so easily. Ro and I have jokingly suggested she try thinking for herself before, but Scarlett remains the same. Ah, well. It's inconsequential.

After we get our drinks, I draw my ticket out from my purse. "Let's see," I say. "I'm seat 17A. What are you guys?"

Suddenly, an airplane goes screaming past, which freaks Ro out. "It's gonna crash!" she exclaims, throwing her hands in the air. Some of her smoothie sloshes out of the cup and lands on Scarlett, who gets this frustrated look on her face but doesn't say anything.

"It's landing, Ro," Scarlett says in an exasperated tone. She glances at her ticket. "Oooh, I'm 17B. Looks like we're sitting together. What are you, Ro?"

Ro shakes her head. "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know," she mutters. "I just want to get out of here."

I reach into Ro's purse, fumble around for awhile, and take out the ticket. It was tucked amongst the aspirin, duct tape, and cute little 3-oz. bottles of pepper spray, hand sanitizer, and insect repellant. Seriously, is this girl prepared for every emergency or what?

"You're..." My voice trails off. Oh, brother. She's not sitting by us. "You're 18B," I say. "But you're right behind us."

"I am not going to sit without one of you by me!" Ro says, crossing her arms.

"Fine, then. I'll take your place," I suggest.

"No, Guinevere, it's okay. I can," Scarlett offers.

"Seriously. It's not a big deal." I trade tickets with Ro.

"Well...okay," Scarlett admits, giving in almost immediately.

Oh, brother. Looks like I'm going to have to be Miss Strong Woman again on this vacation. What fun.

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