April 29, 2016:

Mirrors. Unhappy, stooped, gray, sexless, her deep gravel voice, his high girlish one, bickering as they pull their matching rollerbags.

"Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!" Impatient mother to baffled little daughter. "Wait!"

We all have no choice. Departure time on our now hours-late flight recedes with each glance at the board. Wait!

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