He disappears to me, in a sea of moving heads, I get a Starbucks, sit and watch the crowd go by, my stomach in a knot. Finally my cell phone rings. I'm at my gate, he says. I made it through just fine, except they confiscated my souvenir Coke. Alas! I'd forgotten that. We laughed. Have a good flight, I say. Look for the Mississippi River down below.
I shuttled back to the motel, loaded my car, checked out, headed back to Birmingham.. The cats were waiting.
The calendar and the date on the plane ticket match. Matt has to go home today. Neither one of us got much sleep; we go into the breakfast room at the motel but we aren't in the mood to eat. Time to catch the shuttle. Time to print out the boarding pass. I fussbudget around, but Matt punches in the code, he is confident, ready. And then it's awkward time. The Security Checkpoint, I have to let him go.