Simone sits down and reaches for the phone and dials the number for the Abott House. Their British housekeeper picks up.
"The Abott Residence." The houskeeper says.
"Oh... Yes... Is this... Umm... Charity's parents' house?" Simone asks
"This is the housekeeper speaking. And by the way, young lady, that is not how one addresses oneself on the telephone. First one identifies oneself and then asks for the person with whom one wishes to speak." The housekeeper lectures.
"What are you saying?!" Simone asks.
"Now, let us try that again, shall we?" The housekeeper says as she hangs up the phone.
"No! Ooh! Oh my god!" Simone says shocked as she dials again.
"The Abott Residence." The housekeeper says.
Simone tries to do a british accent, "Hello. This is Simone Russell. I was wondering, please, if... if it's not too much trouble, please, umm, might I speak to Miss Charity Standish, please?"
"Miss Standish is at the rehearsal dinner and it's not polite to make fun of people. Good bye." The housekeeper responds snottily.
"No no no, I'll be nice, I swear!!! Could you just give me the number for where they are?"
"I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to divulge that information." She says in an even tone.
"Ok, somebody is one their way to ruin the wedding, okay? And I have to warn somebody, alright? So if you don't give me that number then I'm going to come over there and kick your snooty ass all the way to New Glocken... shire." Simone yells through the phone.
The housekeeper hangs up.
"Hello, Hello. Ohh, Ohh, she knew I could kick her ass." Simone says.
~*~
Noah and Reese are standing by the kitchen enterance at Miguel and Charity's Rehearsal Dinner. A waiter comes out.
"Sir?" The waiter says as he looks over at Noah showing him a tray of food.
"What's in it?"
"Goat cheese, water chestnuts, and tomato soup cake."
Noah looks disgustingly at the food. "That's not food... No, I don't, no."
Noah taps on Reese's shoulder. "Everything's different here... I want to go home. I... I miss my family. I miss the Book Cafe. I can't even remember what Simone looks like."
"Noah, it's been three days, okay... You're just a little homesick, Okay. Would you just try to relax? Just, just, enjoy yourself." Reese explains.
Noah points at Reese. "You're different here too. You're mean in England."
Reese throws his hands up in frustration and walks away from Noah.
~*~
Kay arrives at the Harmony Airport and runs up to the ticket counter.
"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. Hi" She says slightly out of breath.
"He-llo" The ticket agent says very cheerfully.
"He-llo" Kay says faking cheerfulness. "Umm, when is your next flight to London?"
The ticket agent looks at her computer terminal, "There's one leaving in thirty minutes."
"Ohh, good." Kay sighs
"And I do have one seat left." The ticket agent continues.
"Ohh, thank you, thank you, thank you."
"The last-minute fare is $27,000."
Kay hands her an American Express.
"I'm just going to need to see your passport."
Kay looks through her purse. "Okay, you know what? I don't have it, but I can tell you exactly where it is on my nightstand, and... Okay. But you know what? I have my driver's license and I have a... twenty." Kay says as she slides a twenty across the counter.
The ticket agent slides the twenty back and tosses Kay's credit card onto the counter.
~*~
"The Abott Residence." The houskeeper says.
"Oh... Yes... Is this... Umm... Charity's parents' house?" Simone asks
"This is the housekeeper speaking. And by the way, young lady, that is not how one addresses oneself on the telephone. First one identifies oneself and then asks for the person with whom one wishes to speak." The housekeeper lectures.
"What are you saying?!" Simone asks.
"Now, let us try that again, shall we?" The housekeeper says as she hangs up the phone.
"No! Ooh! Oh my god!" Simone says shocked as she dials again.
"The Abott Residence." The housekeeper says.
Simone tries to do a british accent, "Hello. This is Simone Russell. I was wondering, please, if... if it's not too much trouble, please, umm, might I speak to Miss Charity Standish, please?"
"Miss Standish is at the rehearsal dinner and it's not polite to make fun of people. Good bye." The housekeeper responds snottily.
"No no no, I'll be nice, I swear!!! Could you just give me the number for where they are?"
"I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to divulge that information." She says in an even tone.
"Ok, somebody is one their way to ruin the wedding, okay? And I have to warn somebody, alright? So if you don't give me that number then I'm going to come over there and kick your snooty ass all the way to New Glocken... shire." Simone yells through the phone.
The housekeeper hangs up.
"Hello, Hello. Ohh, Ohh, she knew I could kick her ass." Simone says.
~*~
Noah and Reese are standing by the kitchen enterance at Miguel and Charity's Rehearsal Dinner. A waiter comes out.
"Sir?" The waiter says as he looks over at Noah showing him a tray of food.
"What's in it?"
"Goat cheese, water chestnuts, and tomato soup cake."
Noah looks disgustingly at the food. "That's not food... No, I don't, no."
Noah taps on Reese's shoulder. "Everything's different here... I want to go home. I... I miss my family. I miss the Book Cafe. I can't even remember what Simone looks like."
"Noah, it's been three days, okay... You're just a little homesick, Okay. Would you just try to relax? Just, just, enjoy yourself." Reese explains.
Noah points at Reese. "You're different here too. You're mean in England."
Reese throws his hands up in frustration and walks away from Noah.
~*~
Kay arrives at the Harmony Airport and runs up to the ticket counter.
"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. Hi" She says slightly out of breath.
"He-llo" The ticket agent says very cheerfully.
"He-llo" Kay says faking cheerfulness. "Umm, when is your next flight to London?"
The ticket agent looks at her computer terminal, "There's one leaving in thirty minutes."
"Ohh, good." Kay sighs
"And I do have one seat left." The ticket agent continues.
"Ohh, thank you, thank you, thank you."
"The last-minute fare is $27,000."
Kay hands her an American Express.
"I'm just going to need to see your passport."
Kay looks through her purse. "Okay, you know what? I don't have it, but I can tell you exactly where it is on my nightstand, and... Okay. But you know what? I have my driver's license and I have a... twenty." Kay says as she slides a twenty across the counter.
The ticket agent slides the twenty back and tosses Kay's credit card onto the counter.
~*~