Our Very Last Trip

I knew this was going to be my last trip with Laura the moment we boarded the plane.  The way she kept trying to check social media, to check the news until the very last second didn’t bode well for the rest of the trip.  All I wanted to do was to talk about all the exciting things we were going to do and all the castles we were going to visit.  And all she could do was to check news and updates on Twitter for news from home.  And we hadn’t even left yet. 

The longer we sat on the plane the more nervous I got.  Laura kept fiddling with her phone like the Wi-Fi was magically going to work.  I took deep breaths so I wouldn’t dwell on the fact I was going to have to make my own fun.  She wasn’t going to spend any money and she was going to spend all of her time checking football scores. 

The moment we stopped off the plane in Europe, I was off to the races.  I knew if I set the pace, Laura would have no choice but to keep up.  Ten days later, I flew back to California by myself while Laura sat in a jail cell in Ireland for spying.  I had gotten good at framing people.