âThis is your chance to have foods youâd never order in real life, like frogâs legs and rabbit.â
To which my mom said, âIf any of you order rabbit, Iâm disowning you.â
I had the venison and told her I was eating Bambi.
After the main course, music began to play, and the waiters left everyoneâs desserts melting at the serving stations. Then, standing in the aisles, they led the whole dining room in what must be a cruise shipâs version of the seventh-inning stretch. In other words, they did the Macarena.
The Macarena is one of those things that has fallen into that funk-filled purgatory of purged pop culture. You know the placeâitâs a pit of eye-rolling despair filled with all the stuff thatâs too worn out to be trendy, but not old enough to be nostalgic, so itâs just plain embarrassing. But few things could be more embarrassing than my parents getting up to do the Macarena with the waiters.
âShoot me now,â said my sister. âIn the head, so itâs quick.â
I pantomimed blowing her brains out, which both of us found disturbingly satisfying, and, with an end to the Macarena nowhere in sight, I decided it was time. I excused myself and left, in search of the Neptune Lounge.
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The Neptune Lounge was beneath the waterline on Zero Deck. It was a bar with dramatic lighting and floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out under the sea. I suppose while in port, you had a great underwater view of fish and dolphins and stuff, but while the ship was moving, it was all just churning waterâwhich I found hypnotically cool.
Tilde was already there, sitting at a little table, eating wasabi almonds out of a glass bowl. She was still wearing the same clothes she had worn in the Jacuzziâair dried now, and I wondered how she had the nerve to sit in a lounge where everyone else was dressed fancy.
I sat down across from her. âSo Iâm here,â I said. âWhat do you want?â
âRelax,â she said. âEnjoy the view.â She held out the bowl to me. âNuts?â
âYes, you are.â
Insulted, she pulled the bowl back. âNone for you.â
I leaned a little bit closer and kept my voice down. âI donât get it. Arenât you worried that youâll get caught?â
âThe bartender and I have an understanding. He doesnât tell on me, and I donât tell about the liquor I saw him sneaking back to his room.â
âWhat, are you blackmailing the whole ship?â
She tossed a couple of almonds into her mouth instead of answering me, then tilted her head to one side. âYou smell como una mofeta , Enzo. Like a skunk.â
âNever mind that.â
She smiled. âI like it. It means you are living a full life. Lots of action!â
âYeah, Iâm a regular action hero. Are you gonna tell me why Iâm here?â
She paused for a moment, studying my face, then finally she got down to business. âI need a lookout. Someone to make sure the coast is clear when I go into cabins.â
âAn accomplice, you mean. To help you steal.â
âCall it what you like, as long as you do the job.â
âNo!â I said. âWhat, are you crazy? No!â
I had raised my voice, and a couple drinking martinis a few tables away glanced over at us.
Tilde threw an almond and it hit me in the eye. â¡Idiota!â she saidâa word that probably sounded the same in every language. âDidnât your mother ever teach you to use your indoor voice?â
I just stared at her, my eye watering from the wasabi, so it looked like I was winking. âDidnât your mother ever teach you not to steal?â
âConsider my proposal,â she said, winking back, then leaned in and whispered in my ear, so close her lips were practically touching it. âYou have a day to change your mind, or you fail.â
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