Chapter Twenty-Six
“Last call for Flight 377 direct to New York.”
The line before the terminal gate had dwindled down to nothing. The elderly and disabled had boarded thirty minutes ago. Kids and their parents had already found their seats. Just a harried looking business man and a gruff backpacker remained in the line in front of Esme and Jan who hung back waiting until the last possible moment to board.
Esme looked down the hall of the terminal. There was no line at the men’s bathroom, there never was. There was only one customer at the bar at this early evening hour. Two children ran around the empty seats on the other side of the terminal while their parents slumped in their seats.
“Final call,” the flight attendant looked pointedly at Esme and Jan.
“Esme, we gotta go,” said Jan,
