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A plane zoomed overhead on its way to landing at the airport. It might even be his father’s plane. Paul had timed his arrival to minimise waiting around and paying for overpriced parking.
He parked and walked into the domestic terminal, checking the arrivals board on the way. Yes, the flight had landed ten minutes earlier and the bags would come through at carousel number five. He found a seat nearby and pulled out his Saturday morning paper. He was reading the sports page when he heard the carousel start up.
He stood up and spotted his father almost immediately. A quiver went through him. That’s what he’d look like in his late seventies.
His father looked up and saw Paul. He beamed, then switched off the joy as though remembering he wasn’t sure of his welcome. Paul gave a quick wav
