“What the heck! Mori, come here. Do you remember ever seeing a storm like this in February?”
She bravely went to the window, and standing next to him, said, “Jimmy, is this a sign to stay here? Maybe it isn’t a good idea to go to this other country. I mean, I want to see Emma, but if we die tryin’, it isn’t gonna do her any good.” She looked up at him, “What do we do, Jimmy?”
“I know. This doesn’t make sense. I can’t remember seeing a storm like this in my lifetime at this time of year.” He put his arm around his wife and gave her his look she’d seen thousands of times before. It warmed her insides and she pulled him closer.
“I wana see her too, Jimmy.” She turned and looked at the enemy in the room, that horrible mattress. “But could we pack and go to the airport now? After all, they did say we should be there early for an international flight.”
A funny but cute sound came out of him. “Not sure they meant four hours, but tell you what? I have an idea how we can waste one of those hours.” He ran to the shower, but before getting to the door, picked up a towel and threw it hard at her. As he knew it would, that was all he needed to do to get her to run after him. When she reached him, he threw his arms around her, and turned his bride around so he could push her into a shower that would take her mind off the hard mattress forever.
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