Fourteen
That night I checked my emails and had one from nearly each of my siblings and one from my mom. Doug had emailed me more details: Crackers had slipped away peacefully in the night, with no suffering, which gave me more comfort.
Doug said he thought he’d organize holding the service in a couple of weeks. I desperately wanted to be there, but planning to get there would be a pain.
I messaged back and forth with James, who often helped me when I was away from proper internet. On the satellite device, I couldn’t actually browse the internet; I could only send and receive small text-based emails or messages. James looked up flight information for me, sending me several options. I pulled up my charts.
Looks like the best option is via LAX, James wrote. Only three flights a week.
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