Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 121992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
After a few seconds of standing in a huff with my arms crossed, I conceded and grabbed my purse. I waved to Justine, who still had the phone to her ear. “You’ll lock up?” I asked her.
She nodded and gave me a thumbs up.
“Where are we going?” I asked Deek.
“Anywhere and everywhere, my friend. I am going to occupy every second of this day so you’re not suffering, thinking about you know what. We are going to make the time pass in the least painful ways possible.”
We headed out the door together, and I followed Deek down the sidewalks of New York, secretly relieved that he’d absolved me of the struggle to remain professional today.
For our first stop, Deek led me into a candy store, of all places—the kind where you grab a bag and fill it to your heart’s content.
“Why are we going here?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Because I’m making this up as I go along? You once told me that when you were younger, you’d fill up one of these bags and go to town when you were sad about something. I thought it’d be nostalgic. Plus, I had a hankering for some chocolate.”
I’d never been one to turn down candy. I grabbed a bag and went after all of my favorites—Sour Patch Kids, Skittles, gummy worms, and SweeTARTS. Deek filled his mostly with chocolate.
Ten minutes of picking out junk had definitely managed to take my mind off things, until I got to one of the last bins.
The sign atop the Jordan Almonds read: Perfect for wedding favors! Suddenly all of my thoughts about the impending ceremony came flooding back.
Deek must have noticed me frozen in front of the white almonds. “Aw, shit,” he said behind me.
“Perfect day for a wedding, isn’t it, Deek?” I rolled my eyes.
“Those candy-coated almonds suck. Nearly broke my tooth on one when I was a kid.” He dragged me by the arm. “Come on. Let’s check out.”
After he paid for our candy, we once again roamed the streets.
“Where are we going now?” I asked, chewing on a blue-and-red gummy worm.
“If I tell you, you’re gonna nix it. So just go with the flow.”
He hailed a cab and directed the driver to take us to Times Square. The next thing I knew, we were in front of Madame Tussauds. My jaw dropped. “You’re taking me to the wax museum?”
“You said you’d never been.”
“That’s true. But there’s a reason for that. I have no interest.”
“Come on. It’ll be fun,” he said, helping me out of the cab.
Honestly? He was right. Deek and I had a blast posing for pictures with the wax figures and chatting them up. We discussed politics with Barack Obama and let Britney Spears know how relieved we were for the end of her conservatorship. We inserted ourselves as additional members of the British royal family and the Kardashians. I blended in pretty well with the latter. With my long, black hair, I was like the long-lost tattooed sister. We also danced with Beyoncé—that had to be my favorite part.
The fun ended, however, when we came upon a display featuring The Beatles. There was nothing wrong with it per se, aside from the fact that John Lennon made me think of Colby Lennon, which sent me down the rabbit hole. Ugh.
My eyes were fixed on John when Deek came up behind me. “What’s going on in that head of yours, Yoko?”
I continued to stare at the figure. “You know Colby’s last name is Lennon, right? After today it’s going to be Maya’s last name, too.”
“For fuck’s sake.” Deek sighed. “Another change of pace needed, stat! Let’s get the hell outta here and find something to eat.”
We left Madame Tussauds and hit Katz’s Deli for my favorite pastrami sandwich. Then we hopped on the subway and went to Central Park to have our lunch on a bench. We’d just finished eating when I spotted a couple approaching. She wore a wedding gown and held up the bottom of her veil so it didn’t drag on the ground. They were about to say their vows in the middle of the park. Then a horse and carriage appeared, waiting to whisk them away after.
When Deek saw them, he hung his head in defeat. The poor guy had tried like hell to distract me, and the universe dealt him quite a blow.
“Someone up there just doesn’t want me to forget, Deek.”
“First of all, look at her dress. It’s horrendous. And not a tat on her. Boring as hell.” He sighed and stood up. “Okay, you know what? I was thinking we could get through this day without alcohol, but doesn’t look like that’s going to be the case. Let’s find a bar.”
“It’s five o’clock somewhere.” I hopped up from the bench. “Lead the way.”
We went back out to the street, and Deek searched down the block for the nearest bar. Once he found it, we headed inside, took a corner seat, and settled in to spend the afternoon.