“How long does it take to park a car?”
“Maybe we should page him.”
They went back upstairs to the information booth and paging service.
“Dr. Hunter. Dr. Alex Hunter. Come to the Information Desk on the Main Concourse, please.”
But he didn’t.
“Where can he be?”
“Oh, he knows everyone in this town,” said Nona. “He probably met someone he knows and started talking. And once he starts talking, he forgets what time it is, where he’s going, who’s waiting for him, and everything. He’ll be here.”
“I’m hungry, Daddy.”
“Didn’t you have breakfast on the plane?” asked Nona.
“No. I’m afraid they slept all the way from New York, trying to catch up on the sleep they lost on the trans-Atlantic flight.”
“Poor dears. Come, let’s get you some breakfast.”
“Will Alex know where to find us?”
“Sure.
