Eight
“LADIES AND GENTLEMAN,” says the voice over the loudspeaker. “We’re waiting for a couple of more passengers, and then we’ll be ready to pull away from the gate and begin our trip today to Tallahassee, where currently it’s a sunny seventy-five degrees. Even with this slight delay, we’re still good for an on-time arrival at 11:50 a.m.”
I put my headphones on and look out the window. Snow is still in piles near the terminal, a reminder that the temperature has not risen above the mid-thirties in a week. At the very least, Bellamy’s going to be warmer.
I lay my head back and close my eyes. I’ve been up since 5:00 a.m., left by 6:00 a.m. for the two-hour-drive to Dulles International Airport to allow the requisite two hours before my scheduled flight time of 10:00 a.m. But even though
