I greet Don upstairs after another restless night with little sleep. He locks his wide-eyes of surprise with mine that are half open. He says nothing for the longest time. I thought maybe he didn’t recognize me. I look in the mirror to see how bad it could be.
Kristy: What’s wrong?
Don: Did you just get off a plane?
Kristy: No, I just got out of bed, but I do feel airsick.
Don: I’m sitting here in Juneau waiting for Tom.
Kristy: Juneau? Alaska?
Don: Uh huh.
Kristy: Do you need to speak with Tom? I can send a request for him to call you.
Don: No, I just talked to him a couple days ago.
Kristy: You talked to Tom a couple days ago?
Don: Yeah.
Kristy: On the phone?
Don: Yeah.
Kristy: I see you made yourself a bowl of cereal. Do you need anything else?
Don: Is Hunter in Portland?
Kristy: Not to my knowledge.
Don: He needs to pick me up at the airport.
Kristy: Not today in Juneau or Portland. He has a full schedule right now, so he’s not available to pick you up at any airport. Is there someone else I should contact?
Don takes off his jacket and wanders off. It’s a good thing I locked the gate down the stairs or I guarantee he would be on his way out the door to the airport. Which airport, I’m not sure. Neither is he.
Note to Self: No luggage, backpack, or briefcase, like usual. He must really be desperate to get away.