NO SOONER THAN my feet were across, the portal slammed shut. The crowd welcomed me home, but only one face stood out. She waited, anticipating a reaction, a word, so with my heart pounding, I took that step and, like the Red Sea, the crowd parted and I reached the promised land. I held her at arms-length, looking deeply in her brown eyes, and gave her a short, gentle kiss. I said, “More later.”
NO SOONER THANThe president stepped forward, patted my arm, and suggested we all sit down to hear my story. I told them I had more to do, the story hadn"t ended. In as complete a version, and in as brief a time as possible, I outlined what had happened while I"d been gone. I"d be quick, I said, and asked them to save their questions, but "late" came faster than "finish", so the questions remained u
