Chapter 27
Though Damian was at work in the groves, picking oranges from the top of a stepladder, he knew with acute pain what time it was. He kept checking his phone to watch the minutes advance. And at 9:35, when Alex’s flight was scheduled to take off, he wanted to howl like a wounded coyote.
He couldn’t resist: he declared a coffee break for himself, jogged to the farmhouse, and went up to his room. On his laptop he got onto the airline’s page and checked the flight status. As if it would matter if Alex’s flight was delayed; as if it would have some special announcement just for Damian. No, it had taken off as scheduled. Right on time. Off to Denver for its connection to the East Coast, and then to Europe.
Next he checked social networking. Yeah, there it was, Alex’s announcement th
