My advice is to check it at the gate. In this case, the fee is a lot higher for a carry-on. 13 Dylan watched Annie rifle through her bag for the latest letters. She wore a green button-up that contrasted with her hair. When she set her bag on the porch, her hair swung forward, a black curtain of silk. They were meeting on Wednesday since tomorrow was the Fourth of July Festival. The town was packed with tourists in anticipation of Sawyer Smitten’s concert on the town square, and the community buzzed with excitement. It wasn’t often a big singer like him came through their little town. Annie had been out every day since Sunday, working with Braveheart, but he was the same. Only time the horse was calm was when he was sedated. Still, she’d said it would take time. “Here’s the one I’d like to use.” She handed him the letter, and he settled back in the swing and read. Dear Annie, My boyfriend and I have been together three years. I love him, we get along great, and we’ve been talking about marriage.
