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Gong home; to New Orleans, and not to St.
Paul. Going home to sixty degree weather and not twenty below zero weather.
Yeah, it’s been a good year for Lynn Marie, I’d decided.
Sami picked us up in Ali’s big car, needing the extra room with the clubs and all.
Ali and I were exhausted because of the ‘red eye’ flight from Maui; it’s a long-ass haul from there to here with a plane change at San Francisco.
“Thanks for picking us up,” I said to Sami as the three of us maneuvered clubs and bags into the car.
“Glad to be of service, and good to see you guys,” Sami smilingly said to us, adding, “But I have to tell you that you two look like crap; bad flight?”
“Nah, just a long one, babygirl,” Ali said, falling into the back seat of the car, as I rode shotgun.
“Yeah, mine was too,” Sami said, “So I’m guessing you guys are going to crash?”
“Oh yeah,” I said, “We’re too damn tired to do anything other than sleep; hope you’re not disappointed, we’ll make it up to you,” rubbing my hand on her leg as she drove us from the airport.
“Well, actually…, I mean, yeah, that‘s just fine but it’s, uh…”Sami said, fumbling with the words.
“Spit it out, girl, we’re too tired to play guessing games,” Ali said from the backseat, her voice sounding really tired to my ears.
“The thing is,” Sami began, “well, the thing is I have a date tonight, sorta’”
“Really?” We both said.
“Don’t get mad, I don’t want to make ya’ll…” Ali’s voice cutting her off.
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