Chapter Three ~ Wish I Was Home ~ The Eye ~ Part Two
Everyone makes their way to the cars, Uncle Williams locking the door behind us. We go into the same cars as when we left the airport, except Eva switched with Sean, so all of the women are in one car. Aunt was super happy and kept explaining to mom, over and over again, what the London Eye is like.
“Now, the lines are super huge, but it’s totally worth it…”
Mom is nodding along as Aunt talks, but is obviously not very interested. I pull out my phone and text Philip.
Me: How big are the lines?
M: It’s Quinn, how big are the London Eye lines?
P: Oh. They’re pretty big, but probably not that big early in the morning.
M: Good, thanks.
“Who are you texting?” Eva says as she looks over my shoulder.
“Hey, bug off!” I yell, pushing Eva away from me.
She pushes me back and pulls my phone away from me, “Who’s Philip?”
“None of your beeswax!”
“Mommm!” Eva says, “Quinn is texting some guy named Philip!!”
Mom turns around and stares at Eva, “Don’t tattle on your sister. Now give me the phone.” She puts out her hand and Eva sets the phone on it. When mom turns around, Eva sticks her tongue out at me, which I retaliate by doing the same.
“Philip?” Aunt Williams says at the stoplight and looks into the mirror, “Our neighbor Philip?”
“Oh, I hate that boy! Once, at night, he dug up our daisies and ran off!” She exclaims.
“And when was this?” Mom asks. Mom knows Aunt can exaggerate or completely make things up.
“Oh, maybe eight years ago… but still! He is a good for nothing, lazy boy! His dad’s no good either. He works at in a factory and practically lives off Mrs. Intymac’s wages. She’s a lawyer, but always defends the wrong side!”
“Wrong side?” I say, staring out the window.
“She defended a murderer and won! The man was obviously guilty, but she convinced the dumbasses that he was innocent!”
“Lilly, please.” Mom says, patting Aunt on the shoulder.
“Mrs. Intymac just sounds like a good lawyer.” Eva speaks up.
“She may be, but help me God, she needs to make sure bad people are punished!” Aunt Williams is red in the face, and when we didn’t respond, she adds “Like her son!”
I snort. This is sort of amusing, “What has he done that is bad since he was nine?”
“Quinn, you won’t believe it! He took our newspaper, without permission may I add, just so could use it to cover the sidewalk! Philip was spray painting his skateboard and needed the newspaper to protect the pavement!” Aunt Williams looks back up at the road. We could see the London Eye, towering over the buildings.
“And by the way, Philip used to smoke! He smoked for seven months before Mr. Intymac found out and made him quit! The smell coming from their backyard when he was secretly smoking… ugh. It was horrendous.” Aunt mumbles something along the lines of “...good for nothing sonuvabitch…” and pulls into a parking spot.
We all hop out of the car while mom puts some coins in the meter. We all wait for the boys and stare at the ferris wheel, slowly going around.
Mom walks up to me and hands me my phone, “I don’t mind that you’re texting him, just don’t waste your time… enjoy the city and don’t focus on the boys.”
I smile and turn around, facing the London Eye. I snap a couple of photos, send some to Remi and Kathryn, and cross “Visit London Eye” of my list of things to do.
“Hey family!” Says dad, making me jump. The boys all get out of the car and dad whistles when he sees how tall the London Eye is.
“Shall we carry on?” Uncle Williams gestures for us to go in front of him, which we do. The lines are at least fifty people long and it is not moving very fast.
“I hate this.” I say, looking at my watch. 10:10, “This probably isn’t even worth it.”
“Oh, shut up!” Eva exclaims, “Just be happy we’re here. You’re ruining this for me.”
“Ruining this? For you?” I fake gasp, “Whatever shall we do?”Eva groans and ignores me. We wait the rest of the time in silence, except the adults occasionally talking to each other. People pass us, getting off the London Eye, and making their way to the gift shop. After what seems like an eternity, we all walk into one of the carriages and we begin to move.
“How long does a rotation take?” Eva asks, staring in the direction of Big Ben.
“Thirty minutes.” Another tourist says. There are two other families in the carriage with us.
I stand up and look out the window. Thirty minutes seems like an eternity and it’s the same view, just from different distances. I snap a few photos, pretend like I’m having a blast, and sit back down. It’s pretty stuffy in the carriage. There is some A/C, but the sun shining through the glass is unbearable. When we get to the top of the wheel, I stand up.
If the sky wasn’t cloudy and grey, the view would be breathtaking.