A rugby game is on. Ellen and I sit in silence with our
beers. The bartender meanders behind the bar. No one else is around. In the
morning, we made up. At check-out, the receptionist lets us stow our stuff in
the lobby until our flight
We do laundry, eat lunch, and end up here. We go
across the street to Starbucks to use the free Internet when we finish our drinks. Back at
the motel, we call a cab to the airport.
Our flight isn’t until 10:55p.m. We arrive at our gate at 6.
The people-watching for the next few hours is mildly-satisfying until they call
us on board.
Finn McCools
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