At 62, I Flew 1,100 Miles to Surprise a Man I’d Met on Facebook – Then a Teenage Boy Opened His Door and Said My Name
So when August came, I did something very unlike me.
I booked a flight.
I didn’t tell David.
I told Claire I was going away with a friend for a spa weekend.
That part still makes me feel guilty.
I had never lied to my daughter before in my life.
Eleven hundred miles.
I had my hair done the day before.
I bought a pale green linen jacket.
I had not worn pale green since I was 30.
I almost returned it. Then I kept it.
It was 91 degrees when I got off the plane.
The taxi cost $41.
The driver asked if I was visiting family.
I said, “Sort of.”
He laughed. “Those are the best kind.”
I had David’s street saved in my phone.
As we turned onto the street he had told me, I started looking at every house.
Then I saw it.
It was located about halfway down the street.
