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“Well, I’m sure my daughter in the police department can help us hunt him down. Don’t you worry. We’re gonna find him, and you’re gonna hobble on those bunions straight back to his arms, show him all your flaws and see if he still loves you. And if he doesn’t, I’ll invite him over for lunch.”
“Huh?” Alice asked. “What the hell does that mean?”
Marge grinned, opening up her fingers and slowly closing them into a fist. “I’ll invite him to lunch so I can serve him a big ol’ knuckle sandwich.”
Alice smiled back at her, then laughed. “Thanks, Marge. I know I can count on you.” She passed a look between us. “All of you.”
“Anytime. We’ve all got your back.”
“Yes, we do!” Doris jumped up but lost her balance and toppled back down. “Oh, boy. I think I am flying.”
“You mean high.” I laughed.
“Yes. That. I feel funny.”
“But I bet you aren’t scared of jaguars anymore, are you?” Marge asked.
Doris thought for a moment, then shook her head. “No. I’m not. I’m not scared of anything right now, I don’t think.” She started to giggle quietly, then her giggles turned to laughs, and finally, hysterics. Doris clutched her stomach laughing so hard tears poured down her face.
“What’s so funny?” Alice asked.
“I don’t know!” Doris spat out, her laughter deepening. “I can’t stop laughing! Why can’t I stop laughing?”
Her laughter started to coax out mine, and little by little, I laughed harder until I joined her on the ground, tears streaming as I laughed so hard, I could barely choke down air.
“Lightweights,” I heard Alice say, her own chuckle joining ours.
Marge tapped the side of her head. “See how smart I am? The pot did its job. Everyone feels better. And now we’re gonna eat this snake, you three will get some shuteye, and soon we’ll be rescued so we can get this one to her wedding and find this one’s true love. We got a lot to do, widows, so let’s get through this night and get on with our new journey.”
“Here, here!” I shouted as I finally got my giggles under control, and the widows joined me in the sentiment.
My wedding. Now, if only I could figure out what was stopping me from feeling as excited as I knew I should.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
“Fan the flames! Harder! Harder!” Marge commanded as we wafted at our fire to signal the helicopter passing overhead.
