Chapter 33
The road visibility is zero and it makes driving slow. The wind slams against the car like a battering ram, as piles of thick snow pummel the ground around us.
Philip slips in Sonny and Cher’s “I Got You Babe” and begins singing to me, faintly off key.
“Really?” I say, grinning.
His hands grasp the steering wheel as he serenades me, making my mouth twitch into a tight grin. I reach between us and place my hand on his thigh.
Shifting in his seat, Philip leans forward, squinting as he tries to glimpse the street in front of us through the snow-swept night. “I’ll get us there alive. I promise. I’ll just drive slowly, like my mother.”
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Twenty minutes later, Philip pulls up to the entrance doors of Milestone County Airport.
Hunkered against the thrashing rain and snow, I run around to the front of the car and through the electronic doors to the small airport terminal.