Confident.
Professional.
Navy trousers, crisp white shirt, black tie, captain’s jacket over one arm.
He pulled his flight bag behind him while speaking to another crew member.
Caleb’s eyes nearly exploded.
“That’s Dad.”
“I can see that.”
“He’s coming this way.”
“Oh, God.”
I grabbed Caleb’s hand.
We ducked into the nearest gift shop.
I had never before examined refrigerator magnets with such intense concentration.
Caleb hid behind a rack of Atlanta Braves sweatshirts even though we weren’t in Atlanta yet.
“Can he see us?”
“Stop looking!”
“You’re looking!”
“I’m the adult.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“Nothing about this makes sense.”
Through a gap in the merchandise, I saw Darius pass the shop entrance.
He never looked inside.
When he disappeared around the corner, Caleb covered his mouth and started laughing.
“This is awesome.”
“You’re enjoying this way too much.”
