“When
is Mommy gonna get here?” Tristan whined for the umpteenth time.
Donny
sighed wishing he knew. They had been stuck at the airport now for three hours
and even his patience was wearing thin. “Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea for
you to come with me. I’m sorry you’re so bored, Tristan, but they said it was
on time when it left Dallas, so it must have been delayed somewhere along the
way.”
“Why?” Tristan
asked petulantly.
“Oh, I don’t know…maybe
there was a storm or a tornado or something like that and they...”
“Did da plane get
sucked into a tornado and went to da Wizard of Oz?” he shrieked.
