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Even the car is waddling along after Thanksgiving dinner. I ease it into the motel parking lot, where there are actually quite a few people out.
The lobby door is locked. There’s a hastily typed sign: “Motel closed. We are going home to be with family. We apologize for the inconvenience.”
Back in the car, I relay the news to my wife and kids.
“Where will we sleep?” she asks.
“I have no idea.”
On the one hand, you have to admire the guy’s priorities. But looking around at the people shivering, worried, you get to wondering about his choice.
“Nope, never been to Miami before.”
“What brought you here? Work?”
“My younger brother lives here. He called me a week ago to say he’s dying. Cancer.”
I blinked. The flight attendant walked by, explaining the oxygen masks.
“Yeah, everyone flew out to visit him, say our goodbyes.”
“He’s still -”
“Alive? Yeah. Has maybe three weeks, who knows. This is the last time I’ll see him.”
Blink. “How’d that go?”
“He’s the same prick he’s always been, ha. But we made our peace. My conscious is clear.”
“So you’re never gonna come back to Miami, are you?”