I hear him finger through a magazine; turning the pages with all the subtlety of a grenade. I can’t wait to land. I lie still with my eyes closed and wonder what Charlie is doing right now. It is a little after lunch so she is probably just getting back to her little cubicle. I hope her day is going well. I hope she can’t stop thinking about me. The airline attendant comes over the speaker system and announces that they will be landing shortly. Please return to your seats and buckle your seat belts. Brody sits up and prepares to land. He hates this part too. No matter how big the airport is the plane always feels like it is falling out of the sky as it lands. He takes a couple deep breaths and grips the arm rest a little harder. The landing is relatively smooth and everyone is standing gathering bags from overhead compartments. It all happened rather quickly. Thank God. Once off the plane, Kevin starts his non-stop chatter up again, talking about the sights. O’Hare, airport in Chicago, is huge. It is like being in a small town. There are restaurants, clothing shops, waiting areas. If you don’t know where you’re going you could get lost.
