Chapter Five
TRE
The plane lands at the nearest airport, which happens to be Minneapolis.
“Here you go, Tre.” Angie hands me my soiled clothes in a white garbage bag. If it wasn’t my fatigues, I would toss them.
“Thanks.”
“I’m so sorry again.” Polly is being loaded on the airplane wheelchair that barely fits through the aisles.
“Just worry about yourself and the baby,” I tell her.
“I feel like I should go with you,” the brunette—I’ve found out her name is Tessa—says.
“No. Go get your man. I’ve got my happiness, go get yours.” Polly holds the baby lovingly.
“I’m going to go with her. Until we can get her reunited with her family.” Gladys walks behind the medical team pushing the wheelchair.
“What about your son?” Tessa asks.
Women amaze me. They were all seated together for less
