CHAPTER 49: Finally alone...

Randol

We touch down in New York, and a sleeping Celeste finally picks her head up off my shoulder. "Good morning, sunshine."

"Mmm, morning? Don't you mean afternoon?"

"Yeah, well, it just sounds better the way I said it. I booked us a hotel in Manhattan. I figured that would make it easier to house hunt."

"Why?"

"I live in Brooklyn, so there are certain times when the whole place is a parking lot. If we get a narrow window to rush out and see something, we could walk from the hotel if we need to."

"Well, aren't you smart."

"Hahah, not really. Just used to it, I guess." When the plane reaches the gate we go to baggage claim and get our bags. I hail a taxi and give him the hotel address. About an hour later we are walking into our suite.

"Jesus, you weren't exaggerating about the traffic, were you?" Celeste dumps all her stuff on the floor and flops onto the bed.