Chương 7 - The Collapse in Florida
While Columbus thawed under a muddy April drizzle, Jessica’s grand Disney caravan departed for Orlando.
Without Diane’s Marriott discounts, without my parents’ extra spending money—which was now tied up in legal consultations trying to figure out if they could sue Royal Caribbean for “emotional distress” (they couldn't)—the trip had begun falling apart before the plane even left John Glenn International Airport.
I learned the details through my cousin Megan, the only family member who had refused to join the Facebook lynch mob against me. Megan called me on Wednesday night, laughing so hard she could barely breathe.
“Sarah, you have to hear this,” Megan gasped over the phone. “Aunt Brenda just got off the phone with your mom. It is an absolute, unmitigated disaster down there.”
“What happened?” I asked, leaning over my kitchen island while wrapping Emma’s passport in a protective leather sleeve.
“Okay, so first of all, Jessica booked basic economy on Spirit because Southwest prices spiked after Diane pulled out,” Megan explained. “They had to pay three hundred dollars in carry-on bag fees at the gate because Carol brought three giant suitcases full of matching family shirts that Jessica made with her Cricut machine.”
“Matching shirts?”
“Yes! They say *‘The Miller Family Disney Magic 2025’* on the front, and on the back, they have everybody’s names! Carol had to wear one with ‘Grandma’ in glitter letters while sitting in the middle seat next to a guy who smelled like damp weed for three hours.”
I chuckled, shaking my head.
“It gets worse,” Megan continued gleefully. “They booked an off-property budget hotel on US-192 in Kissimmee because your dad refused to put the Polynesian on his credit card after losing the cruise. Brenda says the pool had yellow caution tape around it, the air conditioner in Jessica’s room sounded like a lawnmower, and Tyler woke up on morning two covered in what they think were flea bites.”
“Oh, God.”
“And the weather! It has rained literally forty inches since Monday! Orlando is under a severe flood watch! Half the rides at the Magic Kingdom were shut down because of lightning, the lines for the indoor rides were three hours long, and Sophie threw up on the Peter Pan ride because Jessica fed her three blue frosted churros for breakfast to stop her from crying!”
“Where’s Mom?”
“Mom spent six hundred dollars on umbrellas and plastic ponchos at the Emporium, slipped on the wet trolley tracks on Main Street, and twisted her ankle! Dad had to push her around in a rented manual wheelchair in the pouring rain while Jessica screamed at a twenty-year-old cast member because their Lightning Lanes expired while they were stuck in the first-aid station!”
I couldn't help it. A genuine, unrestrained laugh broke out of my chest.
It was petty. It was unchristian. But after thirty years of watching my mother curate her perfect, untouchable suburban kingdom while casting me into the outer darkness, it felt like divine poetry.
“And the best part?” Megan lowered her voice. “Uncle Greg told Dad that everyone at the country club knows the cruise was canceled because Sarah pulled the funding. Apparently, Dad accidentally let it slip to the head golf pro after three gin and tonics. The whole club knows Carol didn't get an award. They know she got cut off by her own daughter for being cruel to her grandchild.”
The silence that settled over the phone line felt like cool water on a third-degree burn.
“Carol is humiliated, Sarah,” Megan said softly. “She won’t show her face at bridge group. Her entire identity was being the beloved matriarch whose family worshiped her. Now everybody knows the truth.”
“She did it to herself, Megan.”
“I know she did. Everyone with a brain knows she did.” Megan paused. “So... where are you and Emma going?”
I smiled, looking at the two golden boarding passes resting on my desk.
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“Somewhere they can’t follow.”
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