She handed him a form to sign and passed him the cloth bag. He opened the button on the flap and shuffled the passports up, revealing the top third of the hard red covers.
He started the triumphant march towards Trudy.
“Here they are,” he declared, smiling. He knew the news would be sure to cheer them up.
“Huh,” muttered Trudy.
“Here’s what?” asked Megan.
“Our passports.”
“Oh.”
Philip didn’t even look up.
Justin had more good news.
“Well, what about this then?” He pulled a folded sheet of paper from the little bag.
“It’s a piece of paper,” said Megan.
He was getting sarcasm from a toddler now.
“No,” he forced a smile, “it’s a bus transfer voucher.”
Blank stares faced him.
“We’re getting a bus?” Trudy asked.
“Yes, let’s go find it,” he replied, defeat heavy in his tone.
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