My mother drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down. It was seventy-five degrees in Phoenix, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue. I was wearing my favorite shirt--sleeveless, with eyelet lace; I was wearing it as a farewell gesture. My carry-on item was a parka.
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