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Later in the Burbank terminal, on their way to the gate, Philip and his mother stopped by a poster of the California redwoods.
“What do you think we’ll do now?” she said.
“I don’t know.”
“We can’t go on like before.”
“No. We’ll figure it out, Mom.”
“One day at a time is best, I think.”
“Yes.”
“And we have that visit from Ambrose to look forward to. Maybe…” She paused and winked at him. “His gorgeous father might accompany him. What do you think?”
“I think he just might.”
She gave him an irresistible smile. “Wouldn’t that be something, finding your soul mate at last?”
“Yes, it would be something.”
“And at a Goddamn riot to boot. Think of the stories you two could tell.”
She looked up at the redwoods in the poster. “Reminds me of Hitchcock’s Vertigo. Jimmy Stewart and Kim N
