“There’s a dinosaur in the airport,” Vin pointed out. He leaned heavily on his cane.
Beau didn’t even look up, still concentrating on the various tickets and boarding passes. He had all his paperwork in a clear plastic pouch around his neck, probably not the worst idea ever, but certainly one of the least fashionable. Lisa had snorted, indelicate as always, at him, but Beau felt it was better to be somewhat dorky than to lose his identification some eighty-five hundred miles from home.
Home. Home is where the heart is.
Tennessee wasn’t home any longer. Hadn’t been for more than two years. But maybe, maybe, he’d found a new home. So of course, he was getting ready to leave for four months. He was just that kind of stupid.
Beau had given up the art of walking without looking, of moving t
