I know we’re near the plane when I see men and women carrying a collection of things like several couches, baskets and baskets of fruit, cans of paint, a couple of thick mattresses and a few other weird things. “What’s that for?”
Ajax glanced at the items and nodded. “A few things for your pack. I was told they needed some things.”
“A whole dining table?” I gawked, following a guy carrying a long wooden table onto the back of the plane. “Who needs that?”
“Your father.” He tells me, a hand on my lower back as he takes me up the steps of the plane. “He’s going to have a lot of visitors from this point on.”
“You make it sound like we’ll visit him every week.” I joked.
But Ajax merely shrugs. “If that’s what you want and as long as I’m with you.”
Like before, Ajax guides me up the stai
