Chapter 10

Matt shuddered. “No, I’m being met, thank you.”

At last the doors were opened, and passengers began to disembark. Mary, who had the aisle seat, didn’t seem inclined to move. “Might as well wait until the crush dies down.”

“Guess so,” Matt said, sighing.

When they finally stood up, Matt had to help Mary find her carry-on luggage in the overhead storage rack. Then she stuck to Matt like glue as they walked along the tunnels and through passport control; both, it seemed, had dual nationality, so didn’t have to go through immigration.

“What flight are you getting back?” Mary asked as they waited for their luggage at the carousel.

“Oh, um, the early morning flight on January the eighth,” Matt lied.

“Oh, I was getting the one later that day, but I’m sure I’ll be able to swap. it would be nice to sit next to you again.”

“Great,” Matt said, relieved he was flying the day after.