Chapter 20
Charlotte, NC
David
WE STOPPED ON the way to the airport to have lunch, and I called my mother and asked her if she could meet the flight.
“Of course I can,” she said. “Why are you flying? You usually drive up from Jacksonville.”
“We’re not in Jacksonville,” I said. “We’re in Des Moines.”
“Iowa?”
“The same. Kevin’s grandmother is with us.”
“Really? How long can you stay?”
“Just overnight. We have to get back to the office.”
“All right, then. Your father and I will be waiting.”
We had a direct flight, which made things much easier for all concerned. At the Charlotte airport, my parents were waiting for us when we walked past the security gate, and Mom said, “Hello, Mabel. Good to see you again.”
“Gentlemen,” Dad said. “How was tax season?”
“Great,” I said.
“Tell you
