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the creak of her seat as it moves, and she can hear me. We
cant hear anyone elses words and no one can hear ours.
Che.
Yes, Rosa? Is she going to ask me about blowing up
the plane this time?
I wish wed stayed in Bangkok.
I doubt that. Rosa never seems to care where in the
world the parentals drag us.
Six months wasnt enough for you? Six months is a
long time for us to stay anywhere.
Ill miss Apinya.
I cut a look at Rosa but say nothing. Apinya is not
going to miss her. Not after what Rosa made her do.
When we said our farewells Apinya clung to her mother,
crying, and refusing to let go. Her parents thought it was
because she was distraught at losing Rosa. I knew it was
because Apinya was afraid of her.
Rosa turns back to the buttons, pushing each one over
and over. Shes waiting for me to tell her to stop. Thats
not going to happen. I plug my headphones into my
phone and start a Flying Fists podcast I saved five for
the plane while reading through the last few text from
my besties, Jason, Georgie and Nazeem. I tilt the phone
so Rosa cant see.
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asleep. Ive never been able to sleep back here. Ive never
been able to sit still long enough, and I was always flying
with Rosa next to me, making me twitch as I waited for
whatever it was she was going to do next.
I didnt sleep last night, too worried about Rosa. I
stayed up most of the night talking to Georgie, Jason and
Nazeem; not talking about Rosa but knowing I could if I
needed to. Its going to be harder staying in touch from
New York. Sydney and Bangkok are only a few hours
apart, New York is more than half a day behind.
I do another circuit of business, worried that Ive left
Rosa alone too long. My heart starts to beat a little faster,
but there she is, still sound asleep. Sallys asleep now too.
Everyones asleep but me.
I watch another movie. There isnt a single fight in it.
Were going to be last off the plane. We always are,
because David doesnt believe in rushing. It doesnt
matter how close to jumping out of my skin I am, how
desperate to stretch my legs, to not be confined, to run,
we have to go at Davids pace.
As we finally step off the plane onto the air-bridge,
the drunken now hungover man, red in the face and
panting, pushes past us to get back on.
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