*~*~Chapter 3~*~*
Millie sat down at the kitchen table, with a few envelopes.
"Let's see… Mr. Wolfwood…Mr. Vash… oh! Here's one for me!"
She opened the envelope carefully and read the letter.
Meryl growled. It was impossible to type with one hand! She ripped the paper out of her typewriter, crumpled it, and threw it across the room, not even caring whether it landed in the trashcan. She averted her attention from the typewriter in her lap and stared out the window next to her bed. She squirmed in her bed, trying to get as comfortable as she could with her right foot propped up on two pillows. She leaned on her left elbow, careful not to put any pressure on her sprained wrist. A sigh escaped her lips as she fell back into her pillows. This was boring. It had only been last night she had fallen down the stairs, and she already felt as if she couldn't stand to be in bed for one more second.
An energetic knock interrupted her thoughts. "Who is it?" she called.
"Meryl! I have to tell you something!"
"Come in Millie."
Millie bounced into the room, her brown hair flying behind her in her excitement.
"Meryl! Meryl! My second oldest sister is getting married!"
"Oh, that's wonderful Millie! I'm very happy for your sister," Meryl smiled.
"She wants me to be a bridesmaid! The ceremony is in a week!" Millie beamed with happiness.
"Where is it being held?" Meryl asked, letting some of Millie's excitement melt into her heart and voice.
"It's in my hometown, just past March City!"
"March City?!" Meryl nearly fell out of bed. "It'll take you at least four days just to get there, even if you took the Sandsteamer!"
"I know!" Millie said, her smile never faltering.
"You're not going alone, I hope." Meryl's voice became more serious.
Millie's smile disappeared and she looked at Meryl innocently. "Alone?"
Meryl knew that Millie was physically capable of taking care of herself, but still… "Are you sure you'll be okay on your own on the Sandsteamer?"
"Oh…" Millie's eyes were wide. "I never thought of that."
A thoughtful silence grew between them. Millie was tall and strong for a woman, but in mind and spirit, she was so much like a child. Through the entire 'Vash Assignment,' as Meryl called it in her own mind, Millie had pretty much followed Meryl everywhere. What would she do on a huge ship full of strangers for eight total days?
"I know!" Millie exclaimed suddenly. "I'll take Mr. Wolfwood with me!"
Meryl stared at her for a moment. "Uh… sure. If he wants to go."
Millie clapped her hands in delight. "This is going to be so much fun!"