Chapter 17
Rossie hopped out of the taxi and stormed into Charles De Gaulle airport like alligators were on her trail and were about to eat her. She ignored the churning in her stomach and marched toward the airline ticketing counter. While she didn’t read French, she understood logos.
Once she found the one she needed, her legs cramped from all that walking, she waited in line as people pushed carriages and were basically asking for arrangements more than tickets. Finally she made it to an agent, though the line took forever. She handed her old ticket over and rifled through her pocketbook for her wallet. “I’d like to change my ticket.”
Without waiting for the question, Rossie fished out her passport and handed that over as well. The agent typed on her computer and stared at it without
