Chapter Twenty-Four
Harry and His Girls
My flight was long and bumpy. I was very glad to be in first class. The Scotch was good, and I was hungry so the filet they served help a lot. The weather delayed us, and we were about an hour late getting into the airport. It gave me more time to think about what I was going to say and do when I found Chelsea. I had no baggage checked, so I grabbed my carry on and went outside for a cab. I gave the driver the address and asked him how long it would take to get there. He said the rain would delay us but not much. He went around the perimeter highway instead of going through downtown since the address was just inside the loop. The closer we got, the more my nervousness increased. He pulled off the interstate in northeast Atlanta and headed in. We on
