Chapter 52
On the way to Minneapolis I’m left in Samantha’s purse, so the only images I have are brief, and solely of Samantha’s face looking for her wallet or her pen. We change planes and endure a loud, short and bumpy flight to Erikson. We land. We’re moving.
“Let’s take a photo,” says David.
Samantha reaches into her purse and I’m released from the darkness. The freshness of the air startles me, as does the quiet. No car horns honking. No ceaseless background din. The silence is stunning.
The red brick of the airport building stands against the vibrant and endless blue sky. Across a road are a cluster of trees and benches. Samantha puts her bag on the ground, and David drops his on a bench. He lifts his phone to his face.
“Hold the book higher,” he says. “And smile.”
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