Chapter 33
Mark called on the thirty-first. “I’m bringing Quinn home. Air France.” He gave me the flight number. “Scheduled arrival at Dulles is at three. Make sure you check that it’s on time.”
“Thank you. I’ll be there.”
“Okay. I gotta go. Quinn’s trying to shave, and all I could find was a straight razor. If I don’t keep an eye on him, he’ll wind up cutting his throat.”
“I heard that!” my son’s voice called in the background.
“Aren’t you supposed to be shaving? Get it in gear, Mann, or you’re walking home. Bye, ma’am.”
I hung up, smiling and shaking my head.
“Well?” Tony demanded.
I repeated the information Mark had given me.
“We’re coming with you.”
“Fine.”
* * * *
For all their insistence on accompanying me to the airport, once we got there, things changed.
“We’re going t
