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“Can I ride on the carousel again? Pleeeeeeeease?”
“Kiki, calm down and hold my arm.”
It wasn’t a carousel, it was a luggage conveyor, and we’d nearly been hauled off by security. Luckily, the guy happened to have a daughter Kiki’s age, and between that and my sling, I’d gotten the sympathy vote.
“Can we see the mermaid? Meli said there was a mermaid.”
“Maybe later in the week, okay? We need to find our hotel and get some sleep today.”
If Brie was at the art exhibition tomorrow, I needed to be awake to see her, although I wasn’t certain she’d show up. When I’d checked the website after we landed, I noticed a “TBC” had appeared after the engagement, and that hadn’t been there when we left Seattle. Was Brie pulling out? If she did, what the hell was I meant to do next?
“Can I
