The Itchy Soul: Chapter 9
I WAS GLAD PETE and the kids had finally gone. I hated goodbyes, even if it was only for a short time, and the last thing I needed was for them to see me crying. Now though I faced waiting all on my own, not that they could have come through customs with me but, after wandering a couple of laps around the airport and seeing small family groups huddled t…
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