Terminal Four
No incident report.
No cost centre.
It has been used, across six properties in three years, four hundred and nineteen times, and I know that only because somebody counts the reorders.
Part Forty-Four: Terminal Four
We went back once.
Not on purpose.
In the spring of the second year we flew to Charleston from JFK, the four of us, out of a gate in the same terminal, and I did not think about it until we came up the escalator and Evelyn stopped walking.
The girls went on ahead, because children do, and we stood at the top of an escalator in an airport for about fifteen seconds.
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