Even after sixteen hours in the air, which in another century would be akin to killing a buffalo or scaling a low mountain range to get to me, he lifted me into his arms and planted kisses all over my face, head and neck. “Baby, Baby,” he whispered, warm and urgent. I gli...
My first inclination was to smack him one, as soon as I got close enough, for taking so long to resurface. But seeing as that would be unproductive, I smiled and continued walking toward him and my trusty nine-year-old Rav4, which I’d been advised by Jamie, on more than one occasion, to trade in ...