She flew in that Thursday on an afternoon flight direct from Boston. Lee took off two hours early to meet her at the airport.
“I can pick her up,” I argued when he mentioned it over breakfast. Classes had ended a week ago and the last seven days blended together in my mind, long hours in front of the computer screen, hands curved over the keyboard, waiting for my muse to strike. Seven days, and I was barely through the second chapter. My work time had dwindled from the enthusiastic eight hours I originally hoped for down to a few guilty minutes here and there. I found myself surfing the web and flipping channels on the TV, snacking throughout the day, anything to keep from having to write. A run out to the airport would be just the thing to distract me from working on the novel after lun
