Chapter Ten: Reykjavík:

Now, let’s go to the east, shall we? Let’s go all the way to Europe. Our first stop is Iceland. Amethyst is coming home to see her father and brother. The plane touched down by noon. It felt so weird to be home again after so long. Amethyst looked at her phone. Oh good, she had bars. The girl made a quick call.

“Hello?” she asked.

“Hello?” a man’s voice asked. Amethyst breathed out.

“Dad?” she asked. “Dad, is that you?”

“Sweetie?” her father asked. “Sweetie, are you here now?” Amethyst about jumped into place.

“Yes!” she said. “Where are you?”

“We’re in the parking lot right now,” the dad said. The girl froze.

“Is Jack with you?” she asked.

“Yes!” her brother shouted in the background. Amethyst’s heart jumped in her chest.

“Jackie!” she said. “How have you been? I missed you so much!” Amethyst was about to twirl around.

“We’ll drive up to pick you up,” her father said. She quickly nodded.

“Okay!” Amethyst said. She hurried to gather up her things. The girl met them just outside of the airport. Her father held out his arms.

“Amethyst!” he said. The girl ran over for a hug. Father and daughter hugged.

“I missed you so much!” Amethyst said. She looked up at her dad. The man smiled. Amethyst looked over to see Jack walking towards them.

“Jackie!” she said. She let go of her father and ran over to her brother. She gave him a big hug.

“Hey, little monkey,” he said. She looked at him.

“Where’s Cynthia?” she asked.

“With her family,” Jack said. “We might see her later.” His younger sister smiled.

“Okay,” she said.

“Ready to go?” their father asked.

“Yes,” his kids said.

The three of them were chatty as they drove him. Amethyst seemed to come to life in the backseat. This was her home. She leaned back in her chair.

“Are we going to have pudding again this year?” the girl asked.

“Of course,” her father said. Amethyst smiled and giggled. She put her arms behind her head.

“How is everyone doing?” she asked.

“Great,” her boys said.

“Cool, cool,” Amethyst said, nodding. She looked out the window at the Icelandic landscape passing by. She would be looking at this for the next couple of weeks.

“Anybody hungry?” her father asked. Amethyst lifted her head.

“Yes!” she shouted.

“Sure,” Jack said. Their father smiled.

“Okay,” he said. The man knew just the place to go. Moments later, the family pulled up to Mama Reykjavik.

“Yes!” Amethyst cheered before she got out of the car with her family.