Chapter 13
The connecting flight from Chicago to Las Vegas International Airport touched down at 1:15 p.m. local time.
“I’m starving and I have to pee,” said Samantha as she absentmindedly bounced her leg, waiting for the hordes of other passengers who’d jumped up when the plane finally came to a stop to clear out of the aisle.
“Ditto,” said Jessica from where she’d sat in the row behind Samantha and Charity. “We haven’t had anything but pretzels since we left Roanoke.”
“We had a snack in Chicago,” said Samantha.
“We did,” said Charity. “At the … uh … pretzel stand.”
“Oh, yeah,” said Sam. “I guess I’m not on my ‘A’ game right now. I’m going to blame it on the jet lag.”
“Sure, honey, whatever you need to tell yourself,” said Jessica. “But we all know it’s because you’re so excited by
