Terminal Four
And I said, “Cancel Boston,” and hung up, and put the telephone face-down on a marble floor.
Evelyn was watching me.
She had heard nothing; the call was not on speaker and she was four feet away with two children between us.
She said, “Was that her?”
I said yes.
And she said, “What did she say?”
And I did not tell her for two months.
I have examined that decision perhaps a thousand times.