I couldn't help myself; this feeling was uncontrollable. He yelled at the oompa loompas to turn the boat in a different direction, but the sudden change of position was hard to pull off.
"Noooo!"
"Bridget, try to calm down. You will be fine in a minute. Just try and hold yourself together in the meantime."
As the boat gradually turned a different way, I found myself getting rather out of control.
"No! Stop! Its mine and you can't have it! Get away from me! No!"
"Bridget, calm down, it's ok. Just wait."
We began heading in a different direction and I felt a sort of inner peace within me.
"Do you feel better now? I'm sorry; I forgot to tell them to go a different way to start with."
"What happened? I just remember being really scared, then sad, then angry. What happened?"
"Well, that specific part of the river is meant to bring out your childhood so you remember certain things. Obviously it wasn't a good idea."
Well what about you? How do you keep your composure? You told me you didn't have the best childhood either. What with your father always gone and all."
I could see that I had gotten in a little too deep with my last statement.
"I don't keep my composure. I can't. I can't help but remember how he was never there for me when I needed him most. I just tried to hold it back as best I could so you wouldn't think it was that bad."
"That really did affect you, didn't it? You poor thing. Look, I'm sorry I brought it up; I shouldn't have."
"No, no don't apologize for that. I remember the first day you we're here and I asked you about your past. It's about time you returned the favor."
"But we already talked about your past once before. Wasn't that it?"
"No! This time it actually affected me. Last time, I was just speaking the answer to a question. This time I feel like… like I'm reliving it all. Just like you did that day."
I felt really bad now that he was this deep into the conversation. Maybe it wasn't too late to change the subject.
"Hey, where exactly are we going, anyway?"
"I don't know. I don't really care."
That was a bad sign. Wonka cared about everything. If he found a penny, he would name it Penny. If he lost it, he would hold a funeral in which even the oompas had to wear black. He cared about everything.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Only if you will listen."
"Of course I will. Now come on, I want to help you."
"Ok, ok. I will tell you more."