Juneau

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.

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