"I'm done with the ride," Lester said. "I don't want to waste your
time." It was clear he meant, *You're wasting my time.* He bent over
the printer.
Lacey looked daggers at his shoulders, then turned to help Death down
the stairs. His canes clattered on the narrow staircase, and it was
all he could do to keep from crying.
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Suzanne rode the bullet-train from Miami airport in air-conditioned
amusement, watching the Mickey-shaped hang-straps rock back and
forth. She'd bought herself a Mickey waffle and a bucket-sized Diet
Coke in the dining car and fended off the offers of plush animatronic
toys that were clearly descended from Boogie-Woogie Elmo.
Now she watched the kids tear ass up and down the train, or sit
mesmerized by the videos and interactives set up at the ends of the
cars. The train was really slick, and judging from the brochure she
found in the seat-pocket, there was another one from the Orlando
airport. These things were like chutes leading from the luggage
carousel straight into the parks. Disney had figured out how to make
sure that every penny spent by its tourists went straight into its
coffers.
The voice-over announcements as they pulled into the station were in
English, Chinese, Spanish, Farsi and Russian -- in that order -- and
displayed on the porters' red coats with brass buttons were
name-badges with the flags of many nations, denoting the languages
they spoke. They wore mouse-ears, and Suzanne -- a veteran of
innumerable hotels -- could not dissuade one from taking her suitcase.
He brought her to a coach-station and saw her aboard a bus marked for
the Polynesian, decorated with tiki-lamps, bamboo, and palm-fronds
(she touched one and discovered that it was vinyl). He refused her tip
as they saw her aboard, and then stood and waved her off with his
white gloves and giant white smile. She had to chuckle as she pulled
away, amazed at how effective these little touches were. She felt her
muscles loosening, little involuntary chuckles rising in her
throat. The coach was full of parents and children from all over the
world, grinning and laughing and hugging and talking excitedly about
the day ahead of them.
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