SIX MONTHS LATER.

I picked up my car keys and, holding the phone between my ear and shoulder, said, "Tell the pilot to slow down, I'm still at home."

Grace chuckled, "Why don't I give the phone to the pilot so you can speak to him, dummy?"

I laughed out loud, almost letting the phone slip from my shoulder. "You brat! I hope your tongue isn't the only thing that got sharper during that trip."

"Come pick me up and you'd find out." There was a pause on her end.

But I could hear muffled voices in the background and the somewhat clear voice of someone softly issuing instructions. It...