We arrive at the airport by 3pm on Saturday. Sarah's family plane was our mode of transportation. Once the plane takes off, and we've settled down, her inflight attendant hands us a flute of champagne each.
"By the way, thanks for sending John to the auction. It was thoughtful of you, Sarah", I smiled and gave her a hug.
"I heard he wasn't required afterall, congratulations. Proud of you!", she beams, "Was it Jake who won the bid? "
"You'll never expect it. Nate was the one. I found out last night", I replied with a wry smile.
Sarah's mouth formed a tiny "o" in surprise.
"That's not all, Jake formerly has an arranged marriage agreement with Helena", I continued as her eyes widened.
"Then she name called me in the ladies room and offered me a bribe of 500 thousand", I grinned, watching Sarah's now bewildered expression.
"What? Am I hearing correctly? All these happened last night?", she asked in disbelief.
"Yes".
"Wasn't she the lady that called you an Instagram model wannabe. What else did she come up with this time?", Sarah asks leaning forward, wanting all the tea.
"If you guess right, I'll drink up", I smirked.
She grinned, "Be prepared to slog it down, I'm the master of name calling. Deal".
"Deal", I replied shaking hands in agreement
"Slut. Tramp, skank, whore. Bitch. Hoe", she fires away.
"No. No. No all wrong", I grinned.
"Really? Wench? Basic bitch? ", Sarah remains determined to guess it right.
"No", I chuckled.
"Is this a trick question?", she frowns.
"No", I continued cheerfully.
"Midget? Dwarf? ".
This time, I arched an eyebrow at her, "Dwarf? Seriously? ".
"What? We are playing on your shortfalls here right, you're not exactly the tallest person in mind. I give up, tell me", Sarah replies with a shrug, giving me an innocent look.
I hit her with the pillow playfully. "Half breed immigrant country bumpkin", I replied with a large grin.
Sarah went silent for a moment, "Are you kidding me?", she sputtered.
"No", I kept a straight face.
"Half breed immigrant country bumpkin?", Sarah repeats in a shrill voice.
"Yes".
Sarah starts guffawing like a hyena, "I've got to give that lady credit for originality. I certainly didn't see that coming".
Still in fits, she drinks up as part of the deal.
"What happened to the bribe?", Sarah asks after calming herself down.
"I took the cheque", I replied nonchalantly.
"Why would you do that?", she questions looking confused with a disapproval in her voice.
"I wasn't finished. I took the cheque, handed it to Jake and told him that Helena wanted to contribute to his charity", I grinned.
Sarah bursts into side splitting cachinnation again, with tears now flowing down her cheeks, "Savage! I can't believe I missed all the action".
I joined in her infectious laughter, and soon we were gasping for air. John appears from the bedroom awoken from his nap.
"Goodness, I thought the both of you were having seizures", he comments, making sure we were alright before continuing his sleep to pass time during the flight.
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