CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
After a blissfully smooth flight, I got into Logan around nine, the nearly-dark night sky aglow with city lights. It felt as though I’d come through some kind of time tunnel, or maybe a wormhole from another dimension, or at least another universe.
The bittersweet energy of Kaua’i had been nearly obliterated by my experience in the damaged airplane, but my contemplation outside the hotel had helped me recover some equilibrium. It had helped me maintain something of the exotic pull of paradise. The life-beach represented by the hotel had also made me feel as though I’d passed through some portal to a new and different life.
Landing in Boston threatened this fresh new feeling. Being back in New England seemed likely to throw me back into my old life, my old way of being
