Rachel sighed.
Five minutes later, we were being driven twenty feet.
I kept checking my phone.
“No answer?” Rachel asked.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You’ve looked at the screen eleven times.”
“Maybe I enjoy the wallpaper.”
“Your wallpaper is black.”
“It’s calming.”
The golf cart stopped.
Rachel stepped off.
I stayed seated.
“Savannah.”
“I’ve become attached.”
“To the cart?”
“It supported me during a difficult transition.”
The airport employee looked delighted.
Rachel looked tired.
My phone vibrated.
I was standing before the screen fully lit.
Ellie:Good. Captain Pancake remains concerned about your judgment.
Relief moved through me so quickly I nearly laughed.
I typed:
That feels hypocritical. He ate a cupcake wrapper.
Three dots appeared.
Then vanished.
Then appeared again.
Ellie:He had reasons.
I waited.
Nothing else came.
