..No, no, I was born in Quebec and I stayed in Quebec...Oh, then your father is from Canada?No, no, my father, my mother, my wife, my dog, everybody, ...hey come from Quebec...So why you say Canada?For Christ sake, because you say you don't know where is Quebec!OK, but if you say you don't know Norway ... I don't say that my country is Japan...Shit! Canada isn't Japan. Canada, it's my country.Oh, your country is not Quebec anymore?...My country is Quebec. But my country, it can be Canada too, if. Was he crying? I shifted downthe bed, working my way around him, dragging the covers with me until Igot my feet on the floor then sort of crouched there, watching hisprofile. He was definitely crying which made me want to cry too. It seemedso stupid for both of us to stand there crying in the dark as if the otherdidn't exist.I had to drape the covers around me like a toga to take his arm and a coolwave of air shivered up my own arms, raising goosebumps. Tom's arm was sowarm I wanted to hug it.. ‘I’m sorry sir, but that plane landed earlier than expected and all the passengers have exited the plane. Would you like me to page her?’ The woman behind the counter asked and then paged Laura. ‘Ms. Habernack, Laura Habernack, your party is waiting for you at the Delta ticket counter.’ The announcement echoed through the terminal twice, but still no sign of Laura. Ben continued to wait over thirty minutes longer then was advised to go to the luggage area that perhaps she is waiting for him. After a moment to survey the house, she tapped her phone. Heather answered almost immediately."Ready for coffee, Heather?" Be out in a sec. My mom's worried." I know, Heather. You'll be safe with me."Suzanne got out and circled the car and leaned against it facing the house. When the front door opened, Suzanne could see Heather's mom looking over Heather's shoulder. Heather said something to the woman and pointed to Suzanne. Suzanne raised her hand in response. The woman waved and turned back.