to visit Michael.
He called from the gate, proud that he’d passed through security without any trouble.
“Did you tell anyone who you were?” I teased.
“No need,” he replied. “I let the young fellow behind me go first. He seemed to be in a hurry.”
I laughed.
Of course he did.
The silver wings are still attached to my keys.
I carry them everywhere.
Sometimes, when I’m standing in a long grocery store line behind someone counting coins, or waiting while an elderly person struggles with a payment machine,
