The Layover

by Lacie Waldon

unflappable.

It’s only a few days, but it’s the dinners we’ll eat separately. The nights we’ll go to bed without each other.

Did Jack Stone and I both grow up in one way of life, determined to live the opposite? If so, why has he been more successful at it than me?

“I guess,” he says, “but that’s not what I meant. She’s just so exciting, you know? Like a firework, all explosive but all bright and colorful at the same time. I can’t imagine any man letting someone like her go.”

If theres a secomd book, its definiteky about them

“I live in Boulder, Colorado,”

Omg isnt that wherre she wants to be ???

She waves the lone kids’ flipper in her hand, hitting an elderly man in the back. She doesn’t seem to even consider apologizing. She’s furious no one understands the gravity of her situation. She’s raising a prince with not one but two feet, and he has the right to be dual-flippered now!

“But to our tiny little tadpole there,” Eddie interrupts, “they’ll probably be full-sized waterfalls. You know, because she’s already mini.”

“It’s your fiancé!” Gen grabs the arm of the man next to her, but he’s already rising to his feet and turning around.

WHAT

“And just so you know: gel is supposed to be used sparingly!”

Hahahaha

“It was a hell of a layover, though, wasn’t it?” He offers a sad smile. “I know I’ll never forget it.”