“We should give ourselves extra time!” Marcie bellowed from the kitchen. “Joan says traffic’s a bitch today.” Cody struggled to close his black Samsonite roller, praying the zipper wouldn’t break. He checked the flight one more time before shutting down his laptop and slipping it into the travel case for his orange backpack. Marcie had bought him one with extra padding for protection. He had changed shirts three times and settled on his favorite faded navy polo from Abercrombie with a red windbreaker on top. He took one last look around his room to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything. It didn’t feel like leaving home; he was walking out of a room at an apartment building. Maisy and Max, who had sensed change over the past few weeks, sat at attention in the living room, their heads cocked quizzically in unison. The change was here and now. Cody kneeled to stroke their heads, and they raised their noses for one last sniff to remember him by.
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