Chapter 45: Hello, Mother
“No, mom, I told you to stay put. Just hang around for a second, and I’ll find you.”
Selene was rushing through JFK as if her life depended on it. Probably because it really did since her mother had little to no patience. She also was one of those people who couldn’t sit straight for two hours. Not to mention a seven-hour flight, nonstop, even if she was flying Air France.
She also didn’t listen to her daughter, who wanted to book her tickets through another European city, preferably Paris, to have a quick lunch before taking another flight.
The bartender also was more than sure that her mother would probably confuse the gates and the exits, trying to stop her from moving anywhere before she got trapped in the maze of thousands of square feet.
And there she was — standing in the middle of a busy international terminal with her carry-on and the most annoying look on her face, practically dripping with dissatisfaction.