It was a simple question mark, reminding him that he’d forgotten to message if he’d made it past security.He sent a thumbs-up back and put the pho...e back in his other pocket. The tiny glass bottle in his pocket had easily been explained away as medication, and it had distracted security enough that he was able to get the item up his sleeve through screening. When he looked up, he noticed others getting up and congregating toward a uniformed man holding a sign.The tour group began to move. He. ”“Would it be better if I came back another time?”Perfect, here was an out. I could get rid of her and there would still be time to realize my fantasy if Mrs. J came soon.“No, no. I’m ok.” I couldn’t believe those words came out of my mouth. “What can I do for you?”“Well, I... , “ Mrs. Yamato looked hesitant. “I was thinking ... well, I was ... wondering...”“About the pat-downs,” I finished the sentence for her.Mrs. Yamato laughed apologetically and ducked her head. “Yes, yes.”I turned and. Harry cursed himself for his forgetfulness. He had meant to go to the bank that morning but other things had occupied his mind and here he needed cash and there was only the one place to take it from. It bothered him more to be using it from the 'emergency fund', as his dad had called it, than to be spending the money in the first place.As he went back downstairs he started thinking about other ways to remodel the house. His father's old office, for example, might be a lot more useful to him on. And reading books too quickly, no matter how smart you are, just makes one retain less of the book. The smartest people read the slowest. Why?”“Nicole is just fast at that.” I worded that one awkwardly.“I see.” Salvador replied, somewhere between confused and uninterested.“I realize it’s a weird question out of the blue. I just wanted to know if you could shed any light.”Salvador was already looking down at some assignment he was marking. “I understand.” he simply replied.Well, I wasn’t going.