As the large commercial plane began its descent into Sun Valley, I worked to calm my nerves. Why are they already on high alert? At least I’d have plenty of time to sort them out with a nearly two-hour drive ahead of me after picking up the rental car.
When I’d called Luke to let him know that I was coming, he had not answered. Instead, he sent me a text:
“At cattle auction, can’t talk on the phone. What’s up?”
Ouch! I thought. But maybe he really was just at an auction? (Whatever that was…)
“I’m coming. Hoping to fly out tomorrow…”
“Sounds good. The boxes will be ready for you,” was all that he said.
He didn’t ask when I’d be arriving and he certainly didn’t mention anything about a ride. Double ouch. Okay, message received. I guess I’ll fly into Sun Valley and get a rental car. At least this time, I’m in control of my situation, I thought, trying to be optimistic.
“Luke… thank you for the package.”
“Yep.”
Triple ouch.