Oscar stepped out of the shower. While toweling off, he yawned and considered sleeping on the flight. Yearning for coffee, he shaved and put his hospital gown back on.
Nothing else to do while waiting for Miguel, Oscar searched for Wi-Fi on the computer. Finding none, he switched on the TV, the news, another shooting and demonstration in the States. The pandemic ground down. His eyes were closing when the knock on the door startled him.
“Come in.”
It opened. Miguel brought a brown paper bag and put it on the bed along with the COVID test. “Morning. Angela picked them out. She helped me with the packing, too.”
Oscar upturned the bag and dumped out the clothes. He picked up a pair of tighty-whities, along with blue socks, and matching cotton slacks. It pleased him that Angela had packed
