My husband said he’d left his passport at home minutes before our anniversary flight. I asked Mom to go get it. When she opened his bedside drawer, she whispered, ‘He set you up. Come home now.’ Then she sent me a photo of his passport beside something stamped PAID IN FULL, with an 11 a.m. deadline.
“Babe, don’t freak out, but I think I left my passport at home.”
I stared at my husband.
“Dereck, you’re joking.”
“I wish I was.”
“I think I left my passport at home.”
He checked the same pocket again and muttered under his breath.
We’d spent six months planning our anniversary vacation, and our flight was scheduled to leave just after nine.
Now Dereck had forgotten the one thing he absolutely needed.
Our flight was scheduled to leave just after nine.
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“Where did you last see it?” I asked.
“Probably in our bedroom.”
He stopped.
Then he glanced toward the airport doors.
“Actually, I’ll just go back and get it.”
“Where did you last see it?”
“You’ll never make it.”
“I can try.”
“My mom lives ten minutes from our house,” I said. “I’ll call her.”
“No, Sheila.”
His answer came too quickly.
I frowned.
“What’s wrong?”
“You’ll never make it.”
“Nothing. I just don’t want to bother Vivienne.”
“Mom won’t mind.”
He shifted his bag from one shoulder to the other.
“Seriously, babe. I can handle it.”
I was already dialing.
“Seriously, babe. I can handle it.”
My mother answered cheerfully.
“Shouldn’t you be on your way to paradise?”
“Not quite, Mom. Dereck forgot his passport.”
“Oh, dear.”
“Dereck forgot his passport.”
“Could you go to our house and check his bedside drawer? We still have time if you bring it straight to the airport.”
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