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I
ran
up
to
security
.
The
buzzer
went
off
.
Too
much
change
,
7
keys
and
my
pocketknife
.
I
put
them
on
the
plate
and
walked
through
again
.
Five
minutes
.
Gate
42
.
Everyone
had
boarded
.
I
walked
on
.
Three
minutes
.
I
found
my
seat
,
strapped
in
.
The
flight
captain
was
talking
over
the
intercom
.
We
taxied
down
the
runway
,
we
were
in
the
air
.
We
swung
out
over
the
ocean
and
made
the
big
turn
.
I
was
the
last
one
off
the
plane
and
there
was
Joanna
Dover
.
"
My
god
!
"
she
laughed
.
"
You
look
awful
!
"
"
Joanna
,
let
’
s
have
a
Bloody
Mary
while
we
wait
for
my
baggage
.
Oh
hell
,
I
don
’
t
have
any
baggage
.
But
let
’
s
have
a
Bloody
Mary
anyhow
.
"
We
walked
into
the
bar
and
sat
down
.
"
You
’
ll
never
make
Paris
this
way
.
"
"
I
’
m
not
crazy
about
the
French
.
Born
in
Germany
,
you
know
.
"
