Through A Glass Darkly
[…]to the airport and Beki was in her best pink dress. Soap and water had never done such an amazing job, and barring mud puddles, last minute vomiting, or wet training pants, we’d be reunited in high style. The voices continued, “Be prepared. They’re so young. They won’t know him. Give them time.” I prepared for the worst, but oh how I hoped for the best. The wait for him to deplane seemed interminable. Never had it taken so long for leaded doors to open and let one special man walk through. Suddenly there he was, coming through the door. […]
