Chapter Seventy
At the busy air terminal in Caracas, the girls tearfully parted company. There was much hugging and exchanging of addresses. Irene, using the Casino’s AmEx card, bought everyone a ticket home. Linda lagged behind.
“Linda?” Irene questioned the girl. “Boston?”
Linda hunched her shoulders. “Don’t really have anyone to go home to.”
Irene touched the girl’s forearm. “MIT?”
Linda turned her head away. “Yes. Maybe. But there’s unfinished business, here.”
Irene looked around. Saw the others, arm in arm, headed for the Departures Gate. “Unfinished business?” She pushed for an answer.
Linda suddenly took a great interest in her shoes. “I’m sure you didn’t know, nobody did, but Jordan and I were more than just roommates.” Linda finally looked up and gave Irene her lopsided gri
