London“Loïc’s with me always, yet the weight of his absence is paralyzing.”
—London Wright
“Three weeks!” I scream at my computer screen. “Three weeks!”
“I know. I’m sorry, Londy,” my sister’s cheerful tan face speaks to me on the screen. “I didn’t mean to worry you or Mom and Dad.”
“Then, you shouldn’t have gallivanted off to a Third World country and left us hanging for three weeks with no word, George. That’s twenty-one long-a*s days we had to worry about you,” I huff out.
“I understand, and I’m sorry. First of all, I don’t think Brazil is a Third World country.”
“Well, it’s certainly not the Hills, Georgia.”
“It’s not like I’m in a war zone. You guys worry too much. This is the earliest I could get access to the Internet.”
“I know they have Internet cafés down there—at least in
