9 Chapter 9

She was right, of course. But, then again, so was I. Even a queen deserves a break every once in a while, every century or three. “Look, Dara, VaVa promised we’ll be back, and we will be back. But for some odd reason, these queens came looking for me and also seem to need me; might as well find out why. And maybe get some fabulous new clothes in the bargain. Not like they have any back in Salt Lake City, right?” Trust me on this one: the answer is a resounding no.

In any case, I knew that last bit would be the nail in the coffin, so to speak. “Fine. Besides, what’s the worst that could happen?” She laughed. “We die?”

Not likely.

At least not again.

But close. Oh so very, very close.

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After we filled the plane with a few sacks of salt and a couple of funnels, we took our seats: me on one side, Dara on the other, Ginger and Kit in front of us, VaVa, gulp, in the cockpit.