Chapter Thirteen
I’d never been to New Orleans before. I had been to Houston more than once, and been reliably told that New Orleans was even hotter and more humid, but it was mid-Fall now, and I didn’t think it could be too bad now. I would have come there in the middle of August anyway, because I was coming to see Alison. She had haunted my mind ever since our parting on Augustin’s island, and even our constant e-mails back and forth and our online camera chats had only served to make me miss her all the more. I debarked from the plane and went to the baggage area, which was where we had agreed to meet.
This time I recognized her right away. She was wearing jeans and a bright red blouse, as she’d said she would, and that wig she always wore in public. She waved and smiled as she saw me
