Drops in Glasses

Just like any highly-expected and carefully-planned moment, Thursday didn’t think so.

Silvia couldn’t believe the thousand ways things got complicated, in a geometric progression that seemed determined to push absurd into plain surrealistic before her gaping eyes, taking any control out of her hands until she could only hope she’d made it through alive.

Claudia’s parents lived forty minutes away from Jim’s hotel by car. The other way to get there was by train and bus, and it took almost two hours on a good day, like a Saturday afternoon.

So the Commodore had promised he’d take them there. Keeping traffic and other odds in mind, they would be leaving about four to get there by five. Until the Commodore’s phone rang and he was asked to cover for a colleague that had just called in sick. He was assigned a flight scheduled to take off at four, so he hardly had a chance to grab a bite before leaving for the airport. On the family car, of course.

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