A/N: I'm hoping to get some serious typing done on this story this weekend! I have several chapters written (thanks to boring staff meetings, mini training sessions that I have no real need or desire to pay attention in..) and hopefully some of those loose pages in my briefcase will be saved!
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In the kitchen, my mother was waiting with the camera. She took a few pictures of me and I handed her my phone. She took some pictures of me with that too, and handed it back. I gave the dogs a goodbye pat, and we got into the truck to drive to the airport.
Two hours later, my father pulled into a parking spot at the airport. He got my suitcases out of the bed and he and I each rolled one into the unfamiliar building.
I got my luggage on its way and my parents led the way to the line to go through security. Since there were still a few hours before the flight left, we found a place to sit. I knew I had to get in the security line early so I didn't miss the flight, but I also knew my parents didn't want me to leave just yet.
After a few minutes, my father went to buy coffee for him and my mother. This was it. My last chance.
"Mom. There's something you need to know," I said, turning to face her. I could see her mentally going back in time to the last time we had a conversation that started like this.
"It's not something like that again," I said. This time it's much worse. Unsure of how to gently break it to her, I blurted out,
"Dad's cheating on you."
My mother stared at me in shock. She didn't have to doubt my information and she knew it. My father came back with coffee and my mother tried to hide her pain and the tears that would fall. From who, I'm not sure. If it was from me, I could see right through it.
"Well, I should go," I said. I gave my mother a hug and whispered,
"I'm sorry." And I really was, but she had to know. My father hugged me and when he let go, I straightened my jacket and grabbed my bag.
"See you later," I said awkwardly, as if I was trying to get rid of them when they were dropping me off somewhere, and not leaving. I headed for the security line. Best to leave before my father finds out what I did. He's okay most of the time, but when he's angry about something, it's best if I stay out of the way. He won't hurt my mother, and this time I'll be miles up in the air, far out of reach.
Security was a pain. Once I was through, I had an hour to kill. Sitting in the waiting area by the gate to my flight, I watched the masses of business people rushing about. I was so very alone. This is it. I'm really leaving.
I got on the plane and found my seat. I pulled out a magazine, my cell phone and a pack of gum. I relocated the phone and gum into the pocket of my jacket, and began to flip through the magazine to pass the time. After a few minutes, I realized I might as well wait to read my magazines. I was too distracted by nervousness. I sat and stared out the window, hoping I had made the right decision.
When the plane started taxi-ing out, I unwrapped a piece of gum and put my concerns behind me. They belonged to what I was leaving here in Vermont. DC is not Vermont. I'm not a farm girl anymore and the crisis I am leaving behind gave me this opportunity. I passed on the information; my job is done. It's time to put it behind me now.
I looked from the window to the person seated beside me. A middle aged business man. My nerves must have showed a lot, because he turned and started talking to me.
"Nervous?" he asked.
"A bit. I've never flown before," I said. Surprise.
"Nothing to worry about really," he said.
"Where are you headed?" I asked.
"I'm on the way down south for business," he replied. "How about you?"
"I have an internship in DC this summer," I said. We talked a bit more, and I pulled out my phone and took some pictures of the clouds and the sky.
"We'll be flying over NYC in a few minutes I think," the man said.
"I've never been there; just driven through," I said.
"You'll know when we fly over." He was right. It was obvious when we flew over the city. I took some overhead photos of the city, and asked the man to take a picture of me with the skyline and clouds in the background. I could see that he thought it was kind of silly for me to take pictures of the flight, but I wanted something to prove that I'd done it. To someone who's probably flown for more years than I've been alive, it would seem foolish. But I've never even known anyone who's been on an airplane before. No one at home has ever been even close.
I settled in to reading my magazines, and a short time later, the plane landed. It was certainly better than driving for twelve hours to get somewhere. I was more than happy to be off the plane and back on the ground though. I followed the mass of people to the baggage claim. I waited a few minutes for the majority of them to clear out, and then began to look for my suitcases. When I found them both, I headed toward what I hoped was a lobby where I could find whoever was supposed to pick me up. I stood scanning the crowds for a while, and didn't see Dr. Foster of Dr. Lightman anywhere.
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