Chapter Eleven
In O’ Hare airport in Chicago, Emmy looked for the sign “Miss Meacham.” Stash always used her real name to hide her identity when he sent a limo to pick her up. The driver was a burly man. He tipped his cap and took her baggage checks then escorted her to the car. He opened the door, and she climbed in.
The minute the plane had taken off, Emmy had missed Buddy. She still got a bit nervous flying so much. Holding Buddy’s hand, listening to him distract her with his silly humor, would have made the ride go fast. She longed for the security she had experienced with him. But she wasn’t exactly alone. There was always Stash. He had taken good care of her for a long time. Or at least, that’s what he said.
Since she had reconnected with Buddy, a vague dissatisfaction with Stash
