Then he stood and asked me to help him locate the nearest restroom.
The walk to Gate C14 was long.
Dad moved slowly, watching the airport employees and passengers flowing past us.
When a flight crew walked by, he followed them with his eyes.
“They still walk together like that,” he murmured.
“Like what?”
“In formation. Always have.”
I thought it was an odd observation, but I didn’t question it.
At the gate, we found two seats beside the window. Our plane waited outside while ground workers loaded luggage.
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