To Sing Frogs Chapter 17a
Fountain at the Detroit Airport
Chapter 17
Chasing the Sun
My cell phone rang as we sat at the gate in Detroit watching stationary airplanes while waiting to board the flight to Tokyo. Within 36 hours we would be checked into the hotel in Vladivostok. Mike, our oldest, was on the other end of the call. He wanted to talk to Amy.
Often you can divine the rest of a conversation simply by listening to one side. Not so this time.
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