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"
Christ
,
did
n't
anyone
tell
you
I
was
coming
?
"
Rachel
cried
.
"
When
they
called
up
here
from
downstairs
,
104
was
on
an
active
taxiway
.
If
I
'd
called
her
back
,
she
would
have
gotten
caught
in
the
parade
going
out
to
Runway
30
,
and
that
pilot
would
have
had
my
bee-hind
on
a
platter
.
Not
to
mention
the
hundred
or
so
passengers
on
board
.
I
'm
very
sorry
.
If
you
'd
been
even
four
minutes
sooner
--
"
She
walked
away
,
not
listening
to
the
rest
.
She
was
halfway
back
to
the
security
checkpoint
when
waves
of
faintness
rode
over
her
.
She
stumbled
into
another
gate
area
and
sat
down
until
the
darkness
had
passed
.
Then
she
slipped
her
shoes
back
on
,
picking
a
squashed
Lark
cigarette
butt
off
the
tattered
sole
of
one
stocking
first
.
My
feet
are
dirty
and
I
do
n't
give
a
fuck
,
she
thought
disconsolately
.
She
walked
back
toward
the
terminal
.
The
security
guard
eyed
her
sympathetically
.
"
Missed
it
?
"
"
I
missed
it
,
all
right
,
"
Rachel
said
.
"
Where
were
you
headed
?
"
"
Portland
.
Then
Bangor
.
"
"
Well
,
why
do
n't
you
rent
a
car
?
If
you
really
have
to
be
there
,
that
is
?
Ordinarily
I
'd
advise
a
hotel
close
to
the
airport
,
but
if
I
ever
saw
a
lady
who
looked
like
she
really
had
to
be
there
,
you
are
that
lady
.
"
