Chapter 4: Party Girls

Betsy lay on her bed, eyes closed, arms and legs spread eagle. She sighed deeply. “Oh my God. I can’t take it.”

“What’s your problem?” I asked.

“My love life is in the toilet. I need a change of scenery. I need a vacation.”

“You have more changes of scenery than anyone else I know. You need to stay in more.”

Betsy sat up and leaned forward. “Where did you go on your training thing?”

“Vegas,” I winced at the memory.

“Let’s go there!” She bounded off the bed and went to her closet. Clothes flew out and onto the bed. “We can go for a few days, hit the casinos, eat great food, site see, shop, hit a spa… It’ll be fun! Just us girls.” She hopped up and down and clapped her hands with gleeful expectation.

“Betsy,” I said shaking my head, “Vegas is not a good place to go. Bad things happen there. Things that can’t be undone. I promise, you do not want to go there.”

“Oh come on. You make it sound like a house of horrors. We’ll have a good time.” Betsy grabbed a suitcase and began stuffing clothes into it. “It doesn’t matter if I forget anything, I can just get it there. Go home Trisha and get packed. I’ll meet you at your house in an hour.”


I pulled out the dress I wore for my wedding. I have self control. I don’t have to repeat the actions of the past. I can just go to Vegas and have a fun week without making a fool of myself – or get married again. Yeah, I’ll keep telling myself that.

It was flurry of motion. The cab ride. Betsy’s Hawaiian shirt dress, big hair and sunglasses. The ticket counter and credit cards. Betsy giggling like a toddler going to Disney. Security lines and pat-downs. And after what seemed like a second and an eon at the same time were were on the plane.

“This is so exciting!” Betsy squealed.

“I know. You’ve said so. Where are we staying any way? The Golden Nugget? The Bellagio?”

“No! But I want to see the fountains. We’re staying at the Luxor. They have the Titanic exhibit there. Isn’t that amazing?”

“The Luxor? Uuuuggghh.” I moaned.

“What’s the matter? I thought you’d like it there.”

“It’s fine,” I said turning away from her, hiding my face. Memories of the giant pyramid flooded me. The spotlight from the top – the beacon. The casino, the bar, the restaurants, the chapel in the alley. I wondered if I’d see whats-his-name again. I wondered if I would be able to  resist the urge to look for him. I wondered if I’d recognize him.

“We will begin our departure from the gate….” the announcement started.

To be continued….

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