Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Too Late For A Sister

Sorry, says Sweezus, over the back of his seat, to Simon.

Can he have them back?

Certainly says Simon. Were they malfunctioning?

No, says Sweezus. He ripped them off at the end of the song. He's watching Frozen.

Frozen, says Simon.

He has heard of it. Princesses, Elsa and Anna. A snowman. A blue outfit.

The princess Elsa lets her hair down, says Sweezus, and leaves the frozen regions to rescue her sister. Like, she lets it down with a sweeping gesture. The hair. Kind of like ripping off headphones.

Here, says Simon.

He hands back the noise reducing headphones.

Thanks, says Sweezus. Here, Terence. Head phones. Don't do that again.

I WISH I HAD A SISTER! shouts Terence.

A flight attendant comes running.

Who needs assistance?

A sister, says Sweezus. He wishes he had a sister. 

He looks upset, says the flight attendant. Would you like to come for a walk with me, sweetheart?

Terence looks at the flight attendant who has called him a sweetheart. She looks like Princess Elsa!

Yay! says Terence, wriggling out of his seat. He takes the hand of his sister.

They walk away.

What was that about? asks Buzz.

Fuck knows, says Sweezus.

Nothing much happens for a while.

Sweezus shifts into Terence's window seat and watches the last half of Frozen.

Terence is being shown the secrets of the Dreamliner, by Princess Elsa, his sister.

She has a special seat just for her, near a door.

Terence is allowed to sit on it.

His legs poke out of his shorts.

They scratch the seat a little bit.

Never mind darling, says Elsa.

She takes him to see where they get the food from.

It comes out here and goes onto a trolley.

Look at all the hot chocolate. That's to help everyone sleep. It has tryptophan and seratonin in it.

Would you like some?

Terence knew it would be good to have a big sister.

She takes him back to his seat with the first hot chocolate of the evening.

Even before Maria Palomino gets one.

Terence sits next to Sweezus drinking his hot chocolate.

But he doesn't fall asleep.

Could Grandpa Marx get me a sister? asks Terence.

Too late now, says Sweezus.

Terence stands up in his seat and makes faces at Saint Roley.

Saint Roley thinks of his brother, who never had the opportunity to taste Laughing Cow cheese.

And this was a good thing.

The lights dim.

In a few hours they will be landing in LAX.

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