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Tablecloth Is My Best Color
Wobbly, my ass. I clenched so hard around that door handle, afraid it would fly open again, my knuckles froze in the four minutes it took us to actually coast to a stop. The mic was on during the descent, and Concierge Ryan talked me down, but still … wow. Maybe I should see about taking a boat back to Victoria when this adventure is over.
Ryan repeats the process at takeoff in reverse. Once he’s out and the plane is tethered, only then do I dare move. My ass is asleep. I try to look sturdy and completely in control when I step first onto the pontoon, black water licking the sides like fingers from hell reaching for my ankles, and onto the dock.
“Do you need help carrying this stuff?”
“This? Nah, you’re a guest. Don’t you worry. What you need is to get ch
