Terminal Four
Day one was the following Monday.
The sublet in Elizabeth had ended on the Wednesday.
The apartment in Rochester started on the Saturday.
She had shipped four boxes by ground and put everything else that mattered into one hard-shell suitcase and a tote bag, and she had two children, two backpacks, and a flight on the Thursday evening.
That flight was cancelled at 6:20 in the evening for weather.
And here is the fact that I did not know, that almost nobody knows, and that I now tell people at dinner parties in a way that I am told is tiresome.