Chapter Thirty
Touching Down
Like any returning road warrior, I’d texted Felicia my flight plans in advance, and then soon after the plane touched down at LAX, I was sending my minute-to-minute status (on the ground! at the gate!). I didn’t expect her to meet me or pick me up at the curb. It wasn’t something we usually did. And especially now, I wasn’t even sure whether she should be driving. (There was so much I didn’t know about what she should or shouldn’t be doing, but I assumed she’d be the one to study up and my job would be mostly to be her willing helpmate.) The texting seemed silly, like those twenty-somethings who act like tweens as they stand in line at Starbucks and phone their ten best friends to tell them they’re standing in line. But at this point, considering my record of
