You’re not in Kansas anymore. It was the kind of one-liner that immediately made Justice Wilson write people off as boring and unoriginal, but now she couldn’t help but say it to herself. She was halfway around the world, and she liked it.
The tropics swarmed in as soon as the plane doors opened. Wet, humid air that turned walking into swimming, and palm trees whipping in the wind like they were trying to lure customers in to buy a used car. When she’d left Kansas City this morning, or last night, or whenever it was that she’d gotten on the first plane, the hue of the sky matched the concrete, the people were pale, and everything was cold. Now, she was surrounded by heat and a riot of colour. Turquoise sky, emerald leaves, people with golden-brown skin, airline employees dressed in bright florals with flowers tucked behind their ears or pinned on their shirt. It was the kind of place Justice had always dreamed of, but dang, was it hot.
Look, I am aware that you’re here for an epic tale of intrigue and mystery and adventure and near death and actual death, but in order to get to that (unless you want to skip to chapter 13 -I’m not your boss), you’re going to have to deal with the fact that I, April May, in addition to being one of the most important things that has ever happened to the human race, am also a woman in her twenties who has made some mistakes.
My boyfriend could pick today, and he decided on page 260 (funnily I was looking at pages quite close to that, 256 to be exact, before I decided to just ask him).
“At least you won’t be able to send any regrettable texts.” I scrunched up my face as he set his ancient phone down on my coffee table. “Are you really, really sure you’re going to be able to sleep out here?” I couldn’t see how he was going to fit his long legs on that tiny IKEA loveseat.