May 12th, 1990

May 12th, 1990

Night flight from AUH – LHR

Can’t say I’m sorry to be going home!

I thought I was dreaming this morning, when I heard male voices coming from the adjoining room, so I quickly got dressed and opened the bedroom door, only to see Suzi, perched on Leo’s lap.

Leo and Tony are two British ex-pats we (Suzi) got chatting to at the beach club yesterday and are both the sort of blokes mum would no doubt refer to as “greasy chips.”

“Morning doll face,” Suzi chirped.

Tony let out a high-pitched whistle that I ignored as Suzi continued. “I hope you don’t mind me

inviting the boys for breakfast. We already ordered, it’ll be here any minute.”

“Ello sweet ‘art,” Leo piped up from behind Suzi, as I shot her “a look,” that she responded to with a shrug of her shoulders.

What felt like hours later, after eating and talking with their mouths not only full, but open (oh how I hate that!) Mr. Suave and Mr. Sickly finally left.

“What the hell, Suzi?”

“Calm down doll, I was just being friendly.”

“I think wriggling in someone’s lap goes beyond friendly!”

“Listen doll, they’re both really homesick and we were just having a bit of fun.”

“Speak for yourself.”

Suzi busied herself piling up the plates on the room service table, then rolled it towards the door.

“Here,” I said, “Let me hold the door open.”

And push you out!

“Thanks doll,” she said, blowing a kiss. “Hey, do you want to go to the beach club?”

“No.”

“I’ll buy you lots of nice, chilled drinks and…”

“Thanks, but no thanks.”

“I’ll share my headphones and we can sing Dean Martin songs.”

I had to laugh. “Suzi, you are too much.”

“Sorry I upset you doll, you’ve been so nice to me.”

“It’s fine.”

“Thank you for letting me stay in your room.”

I shook my head.

“Really, I mean it. And I’m sorry about the boys.”

When I came out of the bathroom, Suzi was admiring her earrings in the mirror.

“Do you think I need to declare these with customs in London?”

“Well you can’t wear them home, they don’t exactly meet the requirements for uniform standards, do they?”

“If I don’t have the box I don’t have to declare them, right?”

“I really don’t know. I’m sure they’re worth a small fortune.”

“Hmmm, well maybe I’ll dump the box somewhere and smuggle the earrings in.”

“You can’t do that!”

“I’m just kidding,” she said, winking at me in the mirror. “Come on doll face,” she smiled, grabbing my arm. “Come to the beach club one more time, with your new best friend.”

 

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