“Well, we’re thrilled to be living with you. Now go and get into something cuddly and with elastic around the waist. You’ve got to be dealing with airplane bloat at this point.”
I loved this lady. Such a wise woman.
I floated into my bedroom and flopped down on my bed. I had saved the United States of America, like a hero or something. I wasn’t quite sure what I had saved it from, but I was confident I had prevented something evil from happening here. It felt good. Really good.
I was born to be a spy. It must be in my blood.
I’d have to ask mom if we had any known spies in our family line. Maybe Uncle Louis. He fit the profile – he could find a coin behind my ear whenever he’d visit us. Uncle Louis was an amazing man. Of course, everyone was amazing right now. I was on cloud nine.
I went out to the kitchen and found Martha preparing – could it be – a turkey dinner! With no holidays in sight? In the middle of the year?
My favorite meal of all time. Unfortunately for me growing up, the only time a turkey was seen in our house was for Easter, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. Well, and occasionally for a funeral too. But never, ever on a regular night.
I must have looked like a little kid opening a present.