The Double Nickel TourDawn Taylor
Carol studied the boarding pass in her hand for the seventh time. Flight MLK698. Gate 23. Departure time 7:12 a.m. Gate 23. Gate 23. Where in the hell was gate 23?
She lifted her chin to search above the slow moving crowd ahead of her. The sea of people merged until they became colorful dots bobbing down the corridor. She spotted countless coffee and gift shops, but no gates. Maybe she was walking in the wrong direction. She looked at her watch. It was 5:25 a.m. She was required to check in two hours early for an international flight. What happened if she was late? Would they still let her board? She was having enough trouble finding the gate; she had no idea what to do if she missed the flight.
Her stomach churned her early morning coffee into brown ac
