“Nora!” she exclaimed, rushing forward to embrace me.

“My goodness, what are you doing here already?

Julian called us yesterday and said your flight was canceled, that the three of you were taking the long-distance sleeper train home.

We weren’t expecting you until Sunday night!”

So that was the story Julian had told them.

The flight canceled.

The three of us on the train together.

A minor holiday inconvenience, borne as a family.