"I hope you're happy, now that you're choosing this," she'd said. How ridiculous, and how cowardly of her, not to go! And now her Elphie was out there, flying about on some dirty old broom... She was probably frightened, even though she'd said she wasn't. Cold. Hungry.
And lonely.
Together, they could have been the greatest team there'd ever been, but Glinda hadn't packed for the occasion, mentally or literally. So now, she was just a pawn of the Wizard, a liar, and, worst of all, a bad friend.
It's sad, she thought. When you're born to be a sissy...