In a bar, the Terminator comes in looking for me. I go out the back and find a car. We’re going to the airport. Pick up the kids at school, bump into a car, apologize. At the airport, looking for places the Terminator was for a tour. Go to get out ticket checked-we’re going to Grand Cayman. The kids are running around-Salem is walking away. We go to the main bit-they’re doing construction, it’s crowded. We’re really early, and there’s no gate yet-I ask at the Cayman counter. Erika says we’ve been moved up to an earlier flight.
My exciting life, this place