Sit down and hold on tight, I have news …
Harper Kennedy is in Alaska! I can only assume she’d have preferred the moon, but unless you’re Jeffrey Bezos, that’s a harder destination to get to.But kudos on the shape of your rocket, dude …
Back to the business at hand, pictures surfaced today of Harper mining for gold with those two darling nuggets of hers.
Buzz is she’s staying at a remote lodge in a town called Gamble. Tell me that isn’t something straight out of a Netflix series.*Speed dials Netflix.*
The buzzards are circling, so I imagine it’s only a matter of time before we have more news. My tummy’s in knots.
Meanwhile, Brett is hoeing his way through Hawaii. He and the nanny are sucking face and pawing at each other like it’s some kind of Olympic event.
While boy/girl love makes me nauseated on a good day, Brett and Justine are making it hard to keep my breakfast down.
LAWDY! What’s next?
Dish,
Ferris Biltmore
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Even though I have a strong sense that Digger is not my biggest fan, I’m more grateful than I can express that he’s willing to help us out of this jam. In my experience, most people would be trying to sell us out like just that Gib creep did.
Digger heads to the back door. “I’m going to pull the truck up closer. Come out in two minutes and crawl into the back. There’s a tarp you can hide under.”
Once Digger is gone, I thank Moira. “You’ve been a total champ. Thank you so much for everything.”
She waves her hand at me. “I’m happy to help. When you get back, maybe we can arrange a girls’ night. You know, drink wine, moan about our lives, and watch the kids play.”
“I’d really like that.” I have friends back in LA, but none of them are unaffected by the Hollywood machine. Prisha is certainly the most normal, but her whole career is based on movie-related drama. It would be nice to hang out with someone as down-to-earth as Moira.
I usher the kids out to the truck and help them climb into the back. When we’re all snuggled under the tarp, I say, “This is a pretty cool adventure, isn’t it?”
Lily groans. “I’m going to get my dress all dirty.”
My son has other thoughts. “I bet this happens all the time during war. Soldiers sneaking away before the enemy even knows they were there.”
I hate that my children are growing up feeling like there are enemies around them. It’s not right for them to have such worries at such a tender age. An idea—one that I’m not fully comfortable with—pops into my head. Maybe I should contact Ethan and see what he thinks about me going for full custody. I would never keep the kids from their dad, but Brett hasn’t exactly shown himself to be a responsible parent. I could cite bribing them with hoverboards while he and the nanny get biblical on the back of the couch.
Shelving the idea for now, I announce, “I’m really excited about camping.”
“Will there be bugs?” Lily wants to know. She spent an entire hour of our first morning in our cabin inspecting every corner for creepy crawlies.
“If there are, I will personally escort them outside. How does that sound?”
Instead of answering, she lets out a long pathetic sigh that breaks my heart.
Once we get to the lodge, Digger ushers us into a golf cart and takes us back to our cabin. “Go on in and pack a bag. I’ll head over to my place and do the same.”
We make quick work of throwing our jammies, swimsuits, and a change of clothes into a bag, then I pack up all the food that Evie brought out earlier. Half an hour later, the seven of us are loaded into the float plane.
As soon as we’re in the air, Wyatt says, “Wait until you see the cabin.”
“It’s tiny!” Ash, one of the twins, exclaims.
Colton, who’s sitting next to him gushes, “We’re going to be stacked up like cord wood!”
That doesn’t sound very pleasant to me, but anything that keeps us from being discovered will be worth whatever discomfort we have to endure.