“Honey, calm down. It’s okay,” Faye said.
“I just, what? That amount. It’s what?”
Ali was concerned. She couldn’t be right next to her baby sister if she passed out.
“Blair. Put your hands on your knees. You don’t need to spiral. It’s okay. We’re the same three Kelly Sisters. This is just data we need to process. Take a breath.”
“I get where she’s coming from. This is like hitting the Powerball,” Faye said.
“Breathe,” Ali said.
Blair nodded. “I’m okay. I’m okay. I was just starting to get overwhelmed. I can barely manage Darla, much less a gazillion dollars.”
Darla was Blair’s cat, who seemingly ruled Blair’s life and suffered from several skin conditions.
“You’ll be able to hire Darla a butler if this is true,” Faye pointed out.
“Okay,” Blair said. “We can handle this. It’s a strange problem, but a good problem.”
“True that,” Faye agreed. “If I become a millionaire, I am getting my chin hairs lasered off. Job one.”
“What?”
“I’m so sick of plucking,” Faye said.
Ali burst into a hearty laugh, and Blair did the same. Faye had helped them all see the absurdity of their current reality.
When they’d recovered, Ali said, “It’s like it’s all a fairytale that came after the weirdest stretch of my real life.”
“Oh, gosh,” Faye exclaimed. “We forgot to ask you! How are things moving with Ted?”
“No movement. My lawyer is waiting for him to get a lawyer. He wants my house, the house I worked so hard to make a home. So just how you’d expect.”
“I’m sorry honey, men are the worst. Get this, Sawyer wants to leave college and take a gap year like he’s a Kennedy or something.”
“Oh, he had such great grades in high school. That’s a shame,” Ali said.
“Yeah, see, men, just not all right in the head.
Blair stayed quiet on the subject of men; they didn’t know much about her current boyfriend.
Looking at her sisters surrounded by the ocean breeze gave Ali an idea.
“Why don’t you both come down here? We aren’t going to own it long. And it’s got something so fun, so special, that it would be a shame not to experience it before we get rid of it.”
Blair shook her head immediately.
“I can’t, uh, Darla is under the weather.”
“Oh, come on, just a weekend?”
“No, just let me know what we need to do to sell.” They heard Blair’s boyfriend call her name. “Coming! Gotta go.” Blair clicked off the call abruptly.
“Well, goodbye then,” Faye said and rolled her eyes. “You know, I like that idea of a visit. I’m going to hop on a plane, and I’ll see you, what, on Friday, okay?”
“I love that idea.”
“And we’ll figure out how to be millionaires!!! Love you, Big Sissy!”
