intimidating as I remembered. Perhaps, without my
realizing it, I had known a few inches.
I had my hair brushed back. It was longer than
she would have remembered it.
"Hi," she said.
For a moment we were both unsure of what to
do next. Should we hug each other? She moved first,
putting the bag down, and we did. Then she stepped
back.
"You look like you lost a few,"
"A few," I said.
She stared at me. "I forgot how much you look
like Daddy."
"I never thought so."
"Oh. yeah. You have his eyes and his nose.
They say as you get older, you start to look like your
parents more and more. Where can we get something
to eat? I'm starving. I hated the plastic food on the
plane."
"Do
wn here is a sort of cafeteria-style place," I
said, pointing to the right. She picked up her bag and
we started toward the restaurant. "Was it a long
flight?"
"Long enough. I've been on so many planes, I
can't distinguish one from another anymore." We entered the restaurant and I chose a salad
and a bottle of water. She said nothing. but I caught
her watching me choose food for myself just as she
always did. She did fill her tray with hot food, some
juice, bread, and a fruit dessert. We sat at a table in