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through the crowd and looked like he was walking straight for me. I couldn’t help myself.
    “Stanley,” I called as he neared, but he didn’t respond. “George.” Still no response. The man had passed me and was almost to the moving sidewalk when I stood up from my rocker, being extra careful not to spill my drink. “Larry.”
    He stopped dead in his tracks, turned and looked at me. By that time, Heather had figured out what I was doing. She kept an eye out for security and shushed me when I got too loud. In less than two hours, I’d scored eight points, an all-time high, even for Jim. I was nursing The Gates of Hell when Heather came back to my rocker. “You sure you don’t want anything to eat?”
    I smiled and shook my head. “Wanna play?”
    “No thanks. What time does your flight leave?”
    I looked at the clock. “Oh, shit. Erin will kill me.” I stood up too quickly and plopped back down. “My flight’s leaving in fifteen minutes.” But my legs wouldn’t work.
    “Sit tight, my boyfriend works for Special Services.” She sent a text and in no time a gorgeous guy showed up in one of those little carts that transports old people to their gates. Heather looked like she wanted to eat him up, and together, they looked liked like they could be one of those half-naked model couples in the Calvin Klein cologne advertisements. And his name was Declan. Of course.
    He loaded me and Lilly up, and I made the flight. Barely. The older flight attendant kept giving me the stinkeye like I’d made her wait, and who knows, maybe Erin had worked her magic and held the flight. It wasn’t full, so I slept the whole way with Lilly on the seat beside me. When I arrived, there was Erin, holding the sign with my name, upside down. She took one look at me and knew I was beyond tipsy.
    “Don’t give me any shit,” I said. “It’s wearing off.”
    “Trust me, it hasn’t worn off. Your pupils are huge and your cheeks are flushed.” I hugged the smartass anyway, and she steadied me when I wobbled a little. “I think I’m going to have to cut you off, chief. No beer with your pizza tonight.”
    The more she talked the more southern she sounded, making me giggle that her inner Carolina girl was in full-blown drawl by the time we reached the baggage carousel. “That’s mine.” I pointed to a hot pink overstuffed Vera Bradley suitcase I’d had to pay extra for because it was a mere fifteen pounds over the fifty pound limit.
    “I’ll get it,” Erin said.
    Erin is delicate and birdlike. I was old and sturdy and tipsy. “I’ll do it.”
    “Go for it.” She stepped aside with a smirk on her face that said I’d be on my ass in about five seconds.
    I steadied myself with my shins against the carousel, ready for my great big bag. Ready for anything. After all, I was the reigning champion of the Name Game. I was starting a new adventure. I yanked the bag off of the belt and Erin screamed.
    “Oh, my God, Erin, I’m so sorry.”
    “Get it off.” She was crying, pointing my bag, which looked like it was attached just below the top of her thigh. “Oh, shit.” Her face was red and the veins in the side of her neck were bulging.
    A tall man with glasses jerked the bag away. He said he’d been a medic in Iraq and looked at her foot. It was swelling, straining against her adorable strappy little black sandals. He helped her over to a seat, got down on his knees and tried to slip the shoe off. “You’d better hold her up. She might pass out from the pain.”
    I did as I was told and grabbed her hand. She was trembling hard, either from the pain of having her foot crushed by Vera Bradley or from holding back the urge to kill me.
    “It’s swelling fast.” He looked at me. “Do you have any manicure scissors in your bag?”
    “No,” we shouted.
    “My guess is you’ve broken several bones,” the guy with glasses said. “You really need to get to the ER. Got to warn you though, they may cut the shoe