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Sonya
My phone rangthe second I stepped off the plane and walked into the airport terminal. After traveling for almost twelve hours across nine time zones, I was beat. All I wanted was for Angel to pick me up and take me to the hotel so my body could adjust to the jetlag. So why was she phoning from her work phone line at this hour? Not a good sign.
“Hi Angel,” I answered. I got to one side of the large corridor to avoid the surge of the international arrivals crowd, all rushing to get through customs and immigration.
“Hi Sonya. How was your flight?”
“Uneventful. I just landed. I’m heading over to get my luggage now.”
“Awesome.”
“Angel, hun, please tell me you’ve swapped your work number with your cell phone, and that you’re just outside the arrivals level waiting for me.”
“Yeah, not quite. About that…”
“You’re late, aren’t you?”
“Sorry hun. I was all set to be there at two in the afternoon. I even took the day off. But remember Pattie-Jean in Archives? I think I told you she’s pregnant with twins?”
“Yes. What about her? Oh, did she go into labor already?”
“She wasn’t due for two more weeks, but her babies came last night. Don’t worry, the newborns and mommy are doing well, but I’m covering her hours until four today.”
“I’m glad to hear they’re well, hun. That’s okay, hun. I think I can manage.”
“I’ll be at the hotel by dinner hour at the latest.”
“No worries. I’ll get a cab to the hotel. The Strip is less than fifteen minutes away.”
“No no. Don’t do that. I’ve already arranged a ride for you.”
“Oh, that’s great! I’m so beat, I can use all the help I can get with my luggage.”
“How much did you bring? It’s only a weekend, you know.”
“Trust me, I know. Get this. The big boss decided to wait until two days ago to tell me he was relocating me from Bulgaria to … wait for it … to Wyoming.”
“What?”
“I had precisely a day and a half to pack up all my worldly belongings to bring with me … which you know isn’t much, but it’s more than two suitcases.”
“Wow. Where in Wyoming?”
“The Killpecker Sand Dunes, but I’ll be stationed in Rock Springs.”
“That’s not too far from me.”
“Well, it’s eight or so hours’ drive from Red Ridge.”
“That’s way better than before. You’re two states over, instead of two continents. I think it’s great.”
“It is. I’ve missed you guys. I missed my pack too, but definitely you and my brothers.”
“So no more puberty karma, then.”
“It’sPobiti Kamani, Angel,” I told her, giggling for a second at her pronunciation. “And that’s right. No more Eastern Europe desert stints for a while.”
