“I'm about to blow my top, James." Cora had been ranting for thirty minutes, although I'd yet to figure out what she was pissed about. “Ugh, insufferable, I swear. Maybe it's just this place."
“So come home." I used any opening, anytime, to get her back stateside. I didn't care what the reason was or who sent her in my direction, as long as she came.
“Ten more months."
“You could be on a plane tomorrow if you wanted to," I spoke into the air as I drove down the interstate heading back to Geneva Key.
“Well, that wouldn't do me any good. Where would I go? Hang out in the terminals?"
“Have you ever wondered if people do that? Like just spend days wandering around the airport? It would be a safe place for homeless people to go. Why don't people do that?" I'd drifted off topic, only real
