“Don’t ask,” Jane said to Miriam. She handed over Lilith’s carrying case. “Here’s your dog.” “How was your flight, Mom?” asked Walter, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Miriam shrugged. “The plane didn’t crash,” she said. “I suppose that makes it good.” “That’s one opinion,” Jane said under her breath. It had taken forever to get through customs and find Miriam. Now all she wanted to do was get to the hotel and take a shower. But they had to wait for Ben and Lucy’s flight to arrive. Fortunately, they had less than an hour to wait. While Miriam took Lilith outside for a walk and a pee, Jane located a souvenir shop and purchased the least offensive T-shirt she could find, a blue one with LONDON EST. AD 43 stenciled across the front in white. She ducked into the women’s room and exited a few minutes later, having stuffed the offensive pink tent into the trash. When she returned to where Walter was waiting, Lucy and Ben’s flight had landed. Twenty minutes later the two of them emerged from customs.
