Page 32 of Terminal Voyage

“I’m not crazy.”

“I didn’t say you were crazy.”

“Yes, you did.”

Vanessa huffed. “Don’t be difficult.”

“I’m not being difficult.”

“I just want us to have fun. This is a special time for me. Declan wants to get married in San Montego. We were goingto do it in six months, but he doesn’t want to wait. Neither do I.”

“That’s fantastic,” I said, putting on a smile. “I’m so happy for you both.”

“I want you to be my maid of honor. But you can’t go crazy on me.”

I gave her a look.

“I didn’t call you crazy,” she said innocently.

After a beat, I said. “I’d be honored.” We hugged, and I whispered, “I’m not crazy.”

“Well, we wouldn’t be friends if you were normal.”

We laughed.

“Are you ready for a shot?” Vanessa asked.

“No!”

“I’m kidding. This is all my fault. I got you started way too early yesterday.”

“You didn’t spike my drink, did you?”

“Would I do something like that?” she asked in the most innocent voice she could muster.

“Yes, you would.”

Vanessa gasped, feigning offense.

“Remember Amazing Fest. You put a tab of acid in my drink and neglected to tell me.”

“We had a great time though, didn’t we?”

“You had a great time. I thought I’d lost my mind.”

“You lost that well before then.”

I sneered at her.

“I do have some mushrooms and some really good weed.”

“Apparently, I have a hard enough time controlling my liquor.”

“Let me know if you change your mind,” she sang.

I wasn’t about to go near any mind-altering substances at this point.

Vanessa asked, “Are you still taking your meds?”