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embossed on the front. When I looked in the mirror, I flinched. Damn, this outfit was similar to the dead woman’s. I quickly changed into my black Mickey Mouse shirt. That was better. Then I quietly stepped out of the bathroom and over to Tom. When I got close to the bed, he grabbed my arm, pulled me down onto the bed, flipped me over and pinned me under him.
“Hey,” I said.
Tom leaned in and kissed me. It was a nice way to start the day, but I had bigger plans for the day. If we didn’t get over to Disneyland and get our first Fast Pass, the whole day’s plan would fall apart.
When he deepened the kiss, I debated – Disneyland or Tom? I’d let him make the choice.
I pulled away and said, “Liza would stay here, Stretch wants to go to Disneyland.”
Tom rolled his eyes but didn’t let me go either.
“You’re the one that won’t let me put that ring on until you know Stretch.”
Tom huffed. “Okay, Stretch. Let’s go to Disneyland.”
Fifteen minutes later, we walked across the street, went through the turnstiles and walked into Disneyland. My step lightened. I dropped him off at the Carnation Café, telling him to order me a Mickey waffle and an iced tea while I got our first Fast Passes. When I was sure he couldn’t see me, I picked up my pace, dodging in and out of people. I got 9:15 Fast Passes for Space Mountain. That was great! We would be just finishing breakfast about that time and we could get another set of Fast Passes.
By the time I got back to the café, Tom was seated and enjoying his first cup of coffee. When I sat down he said, “Since when do you drink iced tea? I thought in Monterey you were drinking it because there wasn’t any Diet Coke. What happened to your Diet Coke addiction?”
“I gave it up when I drank some at the Rodeo Dance. I find the tea much more refreshing. Before I’d drink a Diet Coke and then another but it never quenched my thirst. Tea works better.”
“That’s great. All those preservatives in Diet Coke can’t be good for you.”
I reached over, grabbed two packets of pink Sweet’N Low and added it to my tea. It was just too bitter without a good dose of sugar and I wasn’t about to take a diet drink and make it better by adding real sugar. That just didn’t make any sense.
Tom frowned and mumbled, “Never mind.”
They brought us our food and it tasted wonderful. As soon as we were finished, I got up and headed us toward Indiana Jones, for our next Fast Pass.
As we passed Jungle Cruise, Tom’s phone rang.
“Hello?”
Silence.
“We’re in Disneyland,” his voice sounded irritated.
Silence. But Tom was seriously frowning.
“Okay,” he covered the phone and said. “The detectives from last night have a few more questions, they want to come here and talk to us.”
“Here?” I asked.
He nodded.
“Now?”
He nodded again.
They will not screw with my Disneyland schedule. “Tell them not now. Tell them to meet us at around 12:00 at the Tomorowland Terrace. We’ll have lunch there and talk with them.”
Tom relayed the information to the detectives, who obviously agreed because Tom nodded at me this time.
We got Fast Passes for Indiana Jones and while we stood in line for Pirates of the Caribbean, I asked, “What do the detectives want?”
“You,” Tom said, a serious frown on his face.
Chapter 6
“What do you mean they want me?” I said, stepping away from Tom.
“They talked enough to me last night, but never got to talk to you. They insist that you need to be interviewed.”
“Why? I have nothing to say. I don’t know anything.”
“I know that, but they have to cover all the bases.”
We stood in line for Pirates and actually got on in eight minutes.
Tom pointed over to the restaurant as the boat began floating. “What’s that?”
“That’s the Blue Bayou. It’s a wonderful restaurant. We have reservations to eat there on Monday at 7:00 pm.”
“Why so late?”
“We were lucky to get one
“Hey,” I said.
Tom leaned in and kissed me. It was a nice way to start the day, but I had bigger plans for the day. If we didn’t get over to Disneyland and get our first Fast Pass, the whole day’s plan would fall apart.
When he deepened the kiss, I debated – Disneyland or Tom? I’d let him make the choice.
I pulled away and said, “Liza would stay here, Stretch wants to go to Disneyland.”
Tom rolled his eyes but didn’t let me go either.
“You’re the one that won’t let me put that ring on until you know Stretch.”
Tom huffed. “Okay, Stretch. Let’s go to Disneyland.”
Fifteen minutes later, we walked across the street, went through the turnstiles and walked into Disneyland. My step lightened. I dropped him off at the Carnation Café, telling him to order me a Mickey waffle and an iced tea while I got our first Fast Passes. When I was sure he couldn’t see me, I picked up my pace, dodging in and out of people. I got 9:15 Fast Passes for Space Mountain. That was great! We would be just finishing breakfast about that time and we could get another set of Fast Passes.
By the time I got back to the café, Tom was seated and enjoying his first cup of coffee. When I sat down he said, “Since when do you drink iced tea? I thought in Monterey you were drinking it because there wasn’t any Diet Coke. What happened to your Diet Coke addiction?”
“I gave it up when I drank some at the Rodeo Dance. I find the tea much more refreshing. Before I’d drink a Diet Coke and then another but it never quenched my thirst. Tea works better.”
“That’s great. All those preservatives in Diet Coke can’t be good for you.”
I reached over, grabbed two packets of pink Sweet’N Low and added it to my tea. It was just too bitter without a good dose of sugar and I wasn’t about to take a diet drink and make it better by adding real sugar. That just didn’t make any sense.
Tom frowned and mumbled, “Never mind.”
They brought us our food and it tasted wonderful. As soon as we were finished, I got up and headed us toward Indiana Jones, for our next Fast Pass.
As we passed Jungle Cruise, Tom’s phone rang.
“Hello?”
Silence.
“We’re in Disneyland,” his voice sounded irritated.
Silence. But Tom was seriously frowning.
“Okay,” he covered the phone and said. “The detectives from last night have a few more questions, they want to come here and talk to us.”
“Here?” I asked.
He nodded.
“Now?”
He nodded again.
They will not screw with my Disneyland schedule. “Tell them not now. Tell them to meet us at around 12:00 at the Tomorowland Terrace. We’ll have lunch there and talk with them.”
Tom relayed the information to the detectives, who obviously agreed because Tom nodded at me this time.
We got Fast Passes for Indiana Jones and while we stood in line for Pirates of the Caribbean, I asked, “What do the detectives want?”
“You,” Tom said, a serious frown on his face.
Chapter 6
“What do you mean they want me?” I said, stepping away from Tom.
“They talked enough to me last night, but never got to talk to you. They insist that you need to be interviewed.”
“Why? I have nothing to say. I don’t know anything.”
“I know that, but they have to cover all the bases.”
We stood in line for Pirates and actually got on in eight minutes.
Tom pointed over to the restaurant as the boat began floating. “What’s that?”
“That’s the Blue Bayou. It’s a wonderful restaurant. We have reservations to eat there on Monday at 7:00 pm.”
“Why so late?”
“We were lucky to get one
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