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It took us a little longer then I would have liked to get to Rio. First of all I had to get shoes and a shirt because without them…no service. Luckily it hadn't been raining and the sun came up making it a nice day so someone had put out their laundry to dry…and even left a pair of shoes. I felt bad but if they knew my situation, well they wouldn't believe me but sympathy would be there I'm sure.
I had Nessie hide just near the trees that no one would notice her but to where I still could see her. Honestly it scared the crap out of me just to let her be that far away from me. I rushed back to her as soon as I got the clothes, scooped her up and twirled her around secretly glad that nothing had happened. She giggled, a real laugh and my heart felt like it was going to explode with happiness.
When I had stopped twirling she sighed and yawned a little clearly wanting to sleep. I kissed her forehead "Not yet honey, wait until we get to the airport ok?" She nodded and looked out toward the road. We were in the suburbs so I figured there was a bus or something that could pick us up.
We walked a little until we found a bus stop and sat down on the bench. It was just the two of us but Nessie decided to crawl into my lap. "Nessie," I said quietly in case anyone could hear "maybe we should pretend you can't talk for the time being." She sighed yet again, I could tell that there was something on her mind but unfortunately now was not the time to ask.
The bus driver came and as we got on he gave a little gasp as he saw Nessie. "Hello there sweetie," he said as he smiled at her "how are you today?" She gave me a quick look and then looked at the elderly bus driver and gave him a smile. "She doesn't talk" I explained as I slipped the money. Again Bella had thought of everything and had slipped in some Canadian money as well as Mexican.
As we sat down Nessie crawled in my lap but this time took my hands and moved them across her, sort of like a seatbelt. As we hit downtown her tummy gave a little rumble and I whispered in her ear "we can get some food at the airport, it's going to be human though." Nessie nodded looking out the window.
We got to the airport twenty minutes later and I realized we had no luggage as we got up to the counter. The woman narrowed her eyes and looked back and forth from Nessie to me. "Our luggage was stolen when we got here, and it has just been the most miserable trip that we cut it early and are going somewhere else." I claimed with a sad and exhausted note. "All my pretty dresses…gone." I heard a little voice chime in and a sniffle to follow. Man was Nessie good; the woman bumped us to first class as a result of feeling so bad.
Another hour wait with some expensive rare steak (the only thing she would eat without making faces) and we were on the plane. As soon as the seatbelt sign came off Nessie came over to my seat, crawled on my lap and fell asleep immediately. As I absent-mindedly stroked her hair I realized that I could see her dreams and maybe have a clue to all the sighing. I put her hand to my cheek. The first image was of her parents, the second of fire and smoke rising. Over and over the images played with the unmistakable feeling of guilt. Oh boy.