Yochi curled his peyos. “Does wearing a T-shirt on a trip in Africa really bother you, Pessie?”
“The airport is becoming our second home,” Yochi commented as he settled into a chair next to Pessie in the airport lounge to wait for Hindy’s flight to land.
“Not ours,” Pessie corrected him. “Yours.”
“Hmm.” A cabbie walked past them, holding a sign with the name Gerald on it. Announcements echoed through the Tannoy system over the dull rumbling of suitcase wheels, chatter, and footfalls.
Yochi cracked open a bag of pretzels, but then his phone rang. “Whoops, this is important,” he said. He offered Pessie the pretzels, but she waved them away. Eating carbs out of boredom was never a good idea.
While Yochi paced the area, deep in conversation, Pessie observed the cavernous lounge. A group of sharply dressed businessmen walked purposefully past, heels clicking, laptop cases swinging from their hands. A crowd of passengers streamed in, some bleary-eyed from the flight, some disheveled, some noticeably excited. There were shrieks of delight as family welcomed arrivals.
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