You didn't even have to look at the number to tell it was the gate to Austin. People were tanned, wearing birks and tie dye, and talking to each other. One guy held a baby that was twice as tan as me. He was trying to get it to come over to me. "Go say hi to the lady" he whispered. "No, please don't, I've been living in England" I wanted to say. Then another guy intervened and started playing with it. Stangers around me were talking to each other about their children's "development centers"... "is it really meeting Hayley's needs?" . . . .
My plane landed in Austin on time. As soon as I stepped off the plane I could feel a rush of heat from outside. Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Temperatures as high as 80F would provoke British weathermen to use words like "mindbendingly hot", or "scorching". This was about 95, and I was lost for words.
Then her friends take her to the Mexican restaurant with the great ceviche that's 2 blocks from my house.
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