Well, we've still got ten months and two days until our next trip to Disney World, but we're already making plans (of course!). On our agenda:
Victoria & Albert's
Ft. Wilderness Segway tour
And maybe even lunch with an Imagineer!
Fortunately, we've got something coming up much sooner to look forward to -- my new book is coming out in just nine days. Here's an excerpt from page 93 of
Have You Found Her, explaining how we wound up in Disney World to begin with.
This scene is set in the visiting room at a psych ward, where my little volunteer-ee, Samantha, has been temporarily remanded:
"It had been a brutal few days -- she'd been coming face to face with old nightmares, things she'd managed to blot out with heroin and meth and whatever else was handy. Now sober, she was having flashbacks, night terrors, panic attacks; even with the meds, she was a wreck. From the time I got off the elevator every day to the time the nurse escorted me away, Sam stuck to my side, begging me for some kind of answer, some kind of relief. How was she supposed to live through all of this? When was this going to get better?
Rehab, I told her. Rehab was going to help her out so much, and then, a year from now, when she graduated...'How about this,' I blurted. 'When you graduate from rehab, I'll take you to Disney World.'
She gaped at me, astonished. 'Are you kidding me?'
Are you kidding me? I asked myself.
What the h*ll are you promising her? Man overboard! Man overboard!
'I'm totally serious,' I replied. 'Let's make a bargain, and shake on it. If you go to rehab and stay sober for a whole year, next winter I will take you to Disney World.'
'For real?' Sam looked awestruck, almost frightened, as the idea dawned on her -- I really
was serious. Me and her, we'd go to Disney World, just like Ashley [a counselor from the shelter] and her family; we'd ride all the rides and eat all the candy and buy matching souvenir t-shirts. 'I...I always wanted to go there, when I was a kid.'
When she was a kid, she was beaten with an electrical cord. When she was a kid, she had to steal her own food or starve. Samantha had never been a kid, but I would fix that.
'It's a deal, then.' I extended my hand. 'Shake.'
Sam shook my hand, still wary, despite her widening grin. 'This is, like, legally binding, right? You're really serious?'
'Certifiably,' I promised.
'Oh
man, I am
totally going to stay totally sober from now on,' she vowed. She straightened her posture, and her face was shining with reverence. 'I'm not even gonna huff the air freshener I got stashed in my room anymore.'"
And so began our adventure -- now I can never go to Disney World without thinking of, and thanking, Samantha. Next year will make our fourth annual Samantha Dunleavy memorial Christmas trip. I can't wait to get there and report back!