kept asking myself what decent restaurants were at the airport.” Monica babbled on and on, excited and surprised at the same time. She continued, “Wait until I tell Rita. If she knew about this and didn’t tell me, I am going to kick her behind! She’s supposed to be my best friend. She can’t keep something this big from me! I hope she helped you pack my clothes. Matter of fact, what clothes did you pack? I hope you didn’t pack just anything. Please tell me you got Rita’s approval first,” Monica rambled, unable to control herself.
Carlos just kissed his wife on the lips and told her to relax. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, pleased with how he’d managed to pull the whole thing off.
Ashley was in the waiting room for close to an hour before a doctor came out to talk to her about Angela.
“Williams?” The short Asian man approached Ashley. “I’m Dr. Wayne.”
“Well, how is she?” Ashley asked.
“She’s coming along. Let me ask you something, Ms. Williams, has your sister been depressed lately?” the doctor questioned.
“I’m really not sure, Doctor,” Ashley said.
“Well, we’ve determined that Angela tried to commit suicide,” the doctor explained.
Ashley shook her head, and said, “Well, I haven’t been in touch with my sister for a while, but this used to happen often, like every six months after her divorce. I thought maybe she was over it since she hasn’t had an episode in about three years.”
“Well, I’m sorry to say it has happened again,” the doctor said.
“So, I guess you’ll be admitting her to Taylor’s?” Ashley asked, already sure the answer was yes.
The doctor nodded, and replied, “Yes, she’s being 302’d. I’m assuming you know the procedure?”
“Yeah, I’ll sign the papers,” Ashley said, and followed the doctor to an information desk down the hall from the waiting room.
“Good afternoon, passengers. We were due to arrive at Miami International Airport at approximately two forty-five this afternoon. But with great weather and light air traffic, it looks like we’ll be landing ahead of schedule. The temperature in Miami is ninety-four degrees. I hope you have enjoyed your flight with us, and thank you for choosing Delta.”
Monica opened her eyes from her catnap and looked out the window. The layers of clouds thinned out, and she was beginning to see land. She was growing more excited by the minute. Carlos was sound asleep beside her. She couldn’t help but stare at him, silently appreciating him. Throughout their entire marriage, this was the best thing he had ever done for her. This topped everything, and she didn’t know how to thank him for it.
“Carlos, Carlos,” Monica whispered in her husband’s ear. “Put your seat up; we’re getting ready to land.”
Carlos sat up and looked around. When he noticed people were putting their tray tables back in their upright positions, he quickly did the same. Monica was like a little kid going to Disney World. Carlos basked in her excitement.
“I still don’t believe this,” Monica said, giddily holding on to Carlos’s arm as they exited the plane.
Carlos just smiled and said, “This is just the beginning.”
He dug through his shorts pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He handed it to Monica.
“Call your mom and tell her we arrived safely,” Carlos instructed his wife.
Monica dialed the numbers, still amused. Meanwhile, Carlos led them to baggage claim.
“Mom!” Monica shouted through the phone.
“Yes,” Monica’s mother sang.
“We’re here. We’re in Miami,” Monica said.
“Oh, okay—”
“And I don’t believe you! You knew about this and didn’t tell me,” Monica said excitedly.
“It was a surprise, and Carlos worked so hard to pull it off. I wasn’t going to mess it up for him,” Monica’s mother explained. “You just go ahead and have fun. This is a much-needed vacation for you two.”
“I know. Let me just yell at the boys
Carlos just kissed his wife on the lips and told her to relax. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, pleased with how he’d managed to pull the whole thing off.
Ashley was in the waiting room for close to an hour before a doctor came out to talk to her about Angela.
“Williams?” The short Asian man approached Ashley. “I’m Dr. Wayne.”
“Well, how is she?” Ashley asked.
“She’s coming along. Let me ask you something, Ms. Williams, has your sister been depressed lately?” the doctor questioned.
“I’m really not sure, Doctor,” Ashley said.
“Well, we’ve determined that Angela tried to commit suicide,” the doctor explained.
Ashley shook her head, and said, “Well, I haven’t been in touch with my sister for a while, but this used to happen often, like every six months after her divorce. I thought maybe she was over it since she hasn’t had an episode in about three years.”
“Well, I’m sorry to say it has happened again,” the doctor said.
“So, I guess you’ll be admitting her to Taylor’s?” Ashley asked, already sure the answer was yes.
The doctor nodded, and replied, “Yes, she’s being 302’d. I’m assuming you know the procedure?”
“Yeah, I’ll sign the papers,” Ashley said, and followed the doctor to an information desk down the hall from the waiting room.
“Good afternoon, passengers. We were due to arrive at Miami International Airport at approximately two forty-five this afternoon. But with great weather and light air traffic, it looks like we’ll be landing ahead of schedule. The temperature in Miami is ninety-four degrees. I hope you have enjoyed your flight with us, and thank you for choosing Delta.”
Monica opened her eyes from her catnap and looked out the window. The layers of clouds thinned out, and she was beginning to see land. She was growing more excited by the minute. Carlos was sound asleep beside her. She couldn’t help but stare at him, silently appreciating him. Throughout their entire marriage, this was the best thing he had ever done for her. This topped everything, and she didn’t know how to thank him for it.
“Carlos, Carlos,” Monica whispered in her husband’s ear. “Put your seat up; we’re getting ready to land.”
Carlos sat up and looked around. When he noticed people were putting their tray tables back in their upright positions, he quickly did the same. Monica was like a little kid going to Disney World. Carlos basked in her excitement.
“I still don’t believe this,” Monica said, giddily holding on to Carlos’s arm as they exited the plane.
Carlos just smiled and said, “This is just the beginning.”
He dug through his shorts pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He handed it to Monica.
“Call your mom and tell her we arrived safely,” Carlos instructed his wife.
Monica dialed the numbers, still amused. Meanwhile, Carlos led them to baggage claim.
“Mom!” Monica shouted through the phone.
“Yes,” Monica’s mother sang.
“We’re here. We’re in Miami,” Monica said.
“Oh, okay—”
“And I don’t believe you! You knew about this and didn’t tell me,” Monica said excitedly.
“It was a surprise, and Carlos worked so hard to pull it off. I wasn’t going to mess it up for him,” Monica’s mother explained. “You just go ahead and have fun. This is a much-needed vacation for you two.”
“I know. Let me just yell at the boys
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