"I need to take the curlers out of my hair and grab my cell phone," Dolly said as Ranwell pulled her along.
Brason turned back to look. "No time! Busy, busy, busy!" And then to Bill. "Wouldja pick it up a bit? Come on!"
"Well...are we going to fly there or are you just going to--" Bill was saying.
"Shhhhhhhhhhhh!" Brason hissed as he hurried out the door. "You know, you don't have to vocalize your every single itty-bitty last thought, there are some things that the Lord wouldn't mind you just
thinking sometimes!"
Bill turned his head to give Dolly a crooked grin, and she could tell that he was enjoying all of this, sleep or not. Dolly, on the other hand, was beginning to feel like a prisoner being led out to the exercise yard.
"So what...are you just going to fly us around town? Me in my night gown and hair rollers like Wendy with a hangover?"
Runwell gave her an apologetic smile, and Dolly watched as Brason and Bill stepped out of the front door and silently, effortlessly, lifted off into the night air.
"Oh wait," Dolly said, suddenly resisting. "Wait-wait-wait! I'm terribly--"
One second, he was dragging her on the cold cement of the front porch; and the next...her toes were splayed feeling nothing but air.
Dolly screamed out in terror...and just ahead of them on this invisible night skyway, Bill roared with the laughter of a small boy on an amusement park ride.
(whoo-hoo!
)