Home again?
I stood in front of the departure gate, and of course Chris was nowhere in sight. Then somebody called my name. “Jonah! Hey Jonah… over here!” Michael. He waved at me with what looked like a hat and suddenly I felt the cold. I had totally forgotten about that. A hat would be good, and gloves, and definitely a warmer jacket.
I grabbed my suitcase and my duffle bag and crossed the street. “Hey Michael, didn’t Chris say he’d pick me up by the departure gate?”
“Yeah, but we could find