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The floor beneath me tilted far to the left.
“What was that?”
I grabbed the wall as we tipped the other way. I looked at John, “But .. they said there are stabilizers.. you won't know your on the water.”
John clutched a column next to him, “I think we hit rough sea and the stabilizers don't work.”
I turned to Jane, she was the seasoned sailor, “Uh h, I've never seen it like this!” her eyes wide.
The ship lurched again. I envisioned floating boards and debris. I was Kate Winslet clinging to the board and John, as Leonardo Di Caprio, was reaching for my hand. It can't end like this Lord. We've barely escaped the black cloud that dogged John for months; the sun shines in my life again. John is healed
The gong sounded for dinner. We staggered to our table.
Dinner passed in a blur.
“Molten Lava Cake doesn't sound good, I need to go. John, please help me to the cabin.
If I don't lie down, I'll be sick.”
We careened down the hall and unlocked the door.
“Look honey, a towel elephant on the bed.”
“Yeah,” I needed the bathroom.
“Dramamine, in my purse.”
John grabbed a water bottle and the pills. He opened the water and lay the pills in my palm, and folded my fingers over them. I popped the pills, sipped, swallowed, and prayed for the world to quit pitching and rolling. Then I tried to lie very still.
Hours later, from the bathroom.” John please go to the infirmary and get their medicine. This isn't touching it.”
I guess I slept. I was aware of John shaking me.
“Ready to go to breakfast, Dear?”
I rolled over to look at him and went dizzy, “No, more medicine and water. You go have fun today John, I just can't.”
The next day the ocean calmed. I knew I would live.
We explored the ship all day. I noted the evening event board.
“Let's go to the show tonight. It says The Magic of Motown.
“Sounds fun.”
“Yeah it does.”
“Wear your hair up Hon, It looks cute like that.”
Hmm. Why not? - “Cel-e- brate good times come on - “ flippy skirt, sparkly top, and dangle earrings are a must.
Motown was in the room. I bopped down the aisle and hated to sit down. I began to sway. I remembered, my sister- in- law, Sue chair dancing. She was so much fun. We had chair danced at the concert in the park.
Why not? I thought and twisted, did a little arm thing like the swim, just groovin' to the music having a blast.
“You,” the Singer pointed at me,” come on up Honey.”
I looked behind me. Every one was looking at me. I looked at the singer.
“Yeah you sweetie, he held out his arms, “come on up.“
Oh no, Well why not? My hair roots had surely turned red too as he pulled me up the steps.
“What's your name?
“Uh h June.”
“Where you from?”
“Indiana,” a cheer rose.
“What town?”
“Indianapolis,” a huge cheer rose.
“Brought a lot of people with you, huh?”
“Uh h not all those.”
“Do you remember the Twist?”
I nodded, “Oh yeah.”
“Alright honey, let's do the Twist.” He began to sing, “'Come on Baby lets do the Twist,'” and captured my hand.
I swayed my too chubby hips around; and he pulled me into a twirl. I rotated and gyrated, while he called people onto the stage until there were four of us.
Let's do a contest. So we wiggled to:”Let's Twist again like we did last summer.”
The audience clapped, and evidently Indy people applaud really well. I won!
”I'm going' to call you my Twist- in Sis-ta.” That's the inscription on the album cover.
Phew, what a night.
I was a celebrity. People stopped and talked to me all over the ship,” Oh you're the Twister Sister.” I'd smile, turn red and chat.
John told and retold the Twist story when we got home.
The cutest was his relaying it to his brother, Gene.
“June was quite a star on the cruise,” he beamed, ”Man, did she ever cut loose!”
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