December 19th, 1990

December 19th, 1990

At home, England

In an attempt to save a few quid on my heating bill, I was curled up under two blankets on the couch, halfway through a bar of Galaxy and my latest book, when the phone rang.

“Argh,” I groaned, no desire to leave my cocoon, until the ringing didn’t stop. “Note to self,” I said, getting up. “Buy an answering machine.”

“I don’t believe it!” the voice boomed.

“Oh, hello Millie, how are you?” I said, sarcastically.

“What were you thinking?” she yelled.

“What on earth are you talking about?”

“You! And Richard!”

“What about us?”

“You shagged him!”

“Who told you that?”

“A friend of mine was on your little Philly love fest trip.”


“And she told me you two couldn’t keep your hands off each other!”

“Well your so-called friend is wrong. I barely kissed him let along shag him but if I did, it’s nobody’s bloody business!”

“You knew I liked him!” She screamed.

“Oh Millie, puh leeze, don’t give me that. You were vile to him on the night stop we did together and-”

“Was not!”

“Yes, yes you were,” I shouted. “So, zip it!”

I expected her to either hang up or continue yelling but instead she started laughing.

“What’s so funny?”


“What do you mean?”

“We’re like sisters,” she said, still chuckling.

“Then I’m glad I don’t have a sister!”

“Aw,” she uttered. “That’s mean.”

“Sorry but it’s sort of true. Is this really how sisters act?”

“Pretty much.”

“Sounds terrible.”

“It’s not, anyway, not to change the subject but will you be seeing Richard again?”

“I don’t know.”

“He really likes you.”

“How do you know?”

“Fiona told me.”

“Fiona’s your friend? That bloody flight deck floozie! Honestly Millie, she’s the one that was all over him, not me!”

“Yeah, she’s a bit of an old slapper, our Fiona.”

“You can say that again.”

“Regardless, I hope something good happens for you, especially after the fiasco with Mr. LA, you deserve some happiness.”

“Only some?”

She laughed. “You know what I mean and do you know what else?”


“I wish we were on the same trip on Boxing Day, I’m so disappointed we won’t be spending New Year’s Eve together. I was really looking forward to that.”

“Me too, it’s such a shame.”

“I was thinking we could request another trip, maybe the fourteen day Antigua again.”

“No way!” I shrieked.

“Why not?”

“We can’t go back there, not with our fake names and identities and all that.”

“I doubt anyone would even remember us. Besides those military boys move around a lot.”

“That’s true,” I said. “Then maybe we should request another Antigua to start off nineteen ninety-one in style.”

“Madison and Millie return to Antigua, ooohh I can’t wait,” she squealed. “Something to look forward to.”



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