Richie had emailed all the losers about his exchange with Myra. He left out the name Myra called Bev, she didn't need to hear that. Everything else he wanted them to know, to know that it wasn't just him being crazy. Myra clearly needed to be stopped.
The losers' trip to Hawaii was coming up. That was when Operation Free Gazebo would take place. Richie had made an extra arrangement that he didn't tell the other losers about. When they could, Bev and Richie showed up one night early to set up. Richie showed up a few hours before he expected Bev, having taken an earlier flight.
The timeshare had 7 rooms, one for each of the losers, plus a few couches in case they ever brought someone else. Richie had called management and asked them to remove the bed from Eddie's room. The manager had balked, insisting that he couldn't. Luckily, enough money made him realized that he could.
Richie wasn't planning to just break up Eddie and Myra this week. He was going to see if Eddie wanted him as much as he wanted Eddie, or even a fraction as much. Richie knew Eddie was bisexual, and that he had liked Richie in high school. Richie had been too stupid to realize what they had and had fucked it up. Maybe he could make up for lost time.
He arrived at the time share and looked around, checking Eddie's room first. The bed was removed, a bullshit note on the end table saying it broke. Eddie could sleep on a couch but Richie knew he wouldn't. Sleeping where other people had sat and sweat made Eddie ill. He wasn't nearly the hypochondriac he used to be but he still had a few odd habits. He planned to offer Eddie a spot in his king size bed, under the guise of friendship. The two always used to sleep together in high school, and even after when one visited the other. Hopefully Eddie would still be okay with it.
Richie open the fridge and put away some groceries and lots of alcohol. He put away the snacks too. Finally, he opened the CDs he had brought. Richie insisted on being in charge of the music. All the other losers had terrible taste in music, except Mike, who, for being a librarian in Derry, kept up with new artists surprisingly well.
Richie always brought artists he was thinking of signing to get others opinions. While the losers couldn't find good music on their own they had a good ear for who was worth keeping. Richie was trying to find artists he believed in for the long term, not just one hit wonders. The losers could usually help him distinguish between the two. For now though, Richie just put on Queen, knowing Bev would appreciate the irony.
With things set up Richie sat down with a book to read until Bev came. He rarely got to sit and read anymore. He must have fallen asleep because he woke up it was dark outside. There was no sign of Bev. He called her quick, wondering where he was.
"This is Bev! Keep it short and sweet." Voicemail, shit. Richie left her a quick 'call me back' message and made a sandwich. He needed to either work less or take more vacations. Falling asleep midday wasn't a good sign. He made his sandwich and powered on his laptop to check emails. Another hour later he still hadn't hear from Bev. He decided to go to sleep and try her again tomorrow.