“Vince here.” “Hey, it’s me.” “Where in the hell are you?” “San Francisco airport. They delayed our flight out of Cancun, then stranded us on the tarmac most of the night.” “Why didn’t you call?” “In the rush I lost my cell phone.” “Then you should’ve emailed.” “Now, why didn’t I think of that? Great idea…if I had my laptop with me.” “You lose that, too? Not good, man.” “Look, I’m on my way. I’m booked on a ten o’clock flight so I should be waiting by the curb at noon.” “Sally’ll be there.” “Have you contacted Kate?” “They’re here. Your sis has been dialing you every hour on the hour. You wanna talk to her?” “No, I don’t have time to explain the gory details.