CHAPTER 45
Too soon Lary is dragging Pumpkin’s carry-on down the long Guadalajara airport corridor, listening to the Spanish announcements. Children run and giggle. Babies cry. Couples argue.
She talks to a swarthy Customs Agent breathing garlic in her face while he examines her passport. When he briskly stamps it and thrusts it back, he looks at her curiously but says nothing.
Beyond the gate stands a joyful Manuel, an enormous bouquet of red roses waving in the air, surrounded by six or seven curious onlookers, including the distinctive woman she had seen him with on the streets of Puerto Vallarta.
Lary feels her jaw once more. Taking a deep breath, she heads into Arrivals.
Manuel sweeps her up into the air in an extravagant hug as their audience cheers. He kisses her over and over
