The TSA Alarm Went Off the Second They Scanned My ID

than a week and still managing the room.

When I returned, Jacob was already fishing.

“What was that about?”

“Work.”

“On a Thursday?”

“Shockingly.”

He smiled without humor. “You always do that.”

“Do what?”

“Act like you’re smarter than everybody.”

Dennis coughed into his fist. Not subtle.

My father put a hand on Jacob’s shoulder. For calm, maybe. Or so he could continue reading …