Chapter 69

• The airport is crowded with swarms of people and it's times like this I'm grateful to be a 5'9 giraffe because I quickly spot the shortest check-in line and make a beeline for it. Mum trudges along behind me, caught in a series of phone calls. God knows the number of meetings she'd cancelled to be here, which makes me wonder why she's really come.
• We'd headed to my terminal after going through TSA. When the attendant at my departure gate asked for her boarding pass, Mum had drawn to her full height, affecting that air of superiority that made most people cower, and stated she was my mother.
• A lot of that is being thrown around on this day.