Vicki saw the “email” icon on her phone. She knew that the message was from her best friend Julia. Both of them were traveling, for different reasons, but both women continued their tradition of sending the other “postcards” – self-made, often self-taken photos, of their travels.
She was waiting in a New York airport for her connecting flight. Her traveling companion Dr. Colin Bishara was asleep, resting his head on her shoulder. She opened the email.
After our night at the club, I was desperate to see Her again. I wanted an evening with her, that wasn’t in a cramped backseat (read all about the backseat of the car here). So when she called and invited me over, I jumped at the chance.