Heather
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It took five anxious weeks waiting for them, but the passports finally arrived on a dark afternoon in early December. Despite a bellyache that had spanned two days, Heather did a little circle dance in the wet gravel until she was dizzy and had to lean against the mailbox.
When her insides stopped lurching, she skipped down the long driveway—indifferent to the fact that she was forty years old now. She was bursting with the physical evidence in her hand. She could leave. She could adventure. She could explore.
Kathryn wasn’t nearly as excited as Heather. In fact, she looked decidedly cross. Heather didn’t want to know what Kathryn’s attitude was about. If she asked, Kathryn might give her some made up reason to cancel the trip. Heather knew exactly where she wanted to go and
