Sadness is so close to the surface, I’m afraid it wil overwhelm me. How wil I get along without my friend?
“Besides,” I say through the huge lump in my throat. “I’ve been thinking about my own family. I think it’s time I paid them a visit. Trish has been scolding me for staying away so long.”
With a side trip to New York. I missed Stephen’s debut network appearance. Maybe I can catch the next one in person.
I can tel by the look in Frey’s eyes, he approves. I wish I could communicate how much I’m going to miss him. Maybe it’s better that I can’t.
“He knows,” John-John pipes up. “He’s going to miss you, too.”
Frey and I laugh. “I forgot how smart you are.” I hug John-John to my chest. “You take care of your dad.”
I let John-John go, fighting back tears. “I’d better cal my pilot and have him pick me up in — Ah, where would be the closest airport?”
John-John’s eyes get big. “You have a plane?” he asks before Frey can answer.
For just a moment, excitement and wonder sweep the cloud of sadness from his eyes.
I bend down so our faces are close. “I sure do. Tel me, John-John, how would you like to take a ride on a private jet?”