Chapter 24
Atlanta, GA
Philip
WHEN I PASSED through the security area of the airport that evening, Charles was waiting for me. As I had only a carry-on bag, we were quickly on our way to the car. He was grinning like the proverbial Cheshire Cat, which prompted me to say, “You look like the cat that just ate the canary.”
“I’m just glad to see you.”
“Perhaps, but there’s more to it than that, I think.”
“Too true. Tell you about it in the car.” In the car, he said, “This is the longest we’ve been separated.”
“I know.”
“It felt really strange to come home to my lonely bedroom, never mind that for the three years prior to our meeting I’d done precisely that on a daily basis.”
“Well, I’m back now. I shouldn’t have to go to Boston again before our Labor Day trip.”
“How was your trip?”
