He is packing. He is finding his way back home.
I am placing everything into the Nylon suitcase that
Grandma bought me one final time. I keep the book for my mom and sheet music in
the coniferous green Harrods bag. I pack the miniature knights I purchased for
Tim and Pat and the Horsshoe I bought for Hale with the words ENGLAND emblazed
across it in the bottom right of my suitcase.
I am down to one roll of film. I placed the used film the bag that Aunt
Jan gave me stating it is safe to go through x-ray customs and place it in the
bottom of my luggage. I have the Hard Rock café London t-shirts for my sisters.
Every place we have stopped of note I
have a souvenir program guide. The Crown Jewels. Windsor and Warwick and
Blenheim. Madame Tussuads. St. Pauls cathedral that I still can’t believe I
talked with an older gentlemen who studied at Bradley and did his student
teaching in Pekin Illinois. I have
smaller church bulletin brochures for Bath Abbey and a Shakespeare exhibit we
frequented the first day. I have a pamphlet for Ravens watching at the Tower of
London. I have my the DEPECHE MODE
SINGLES tape I bought the very first day
while it was raining. It seem hard to believe but I still have over 100 bucks
in travelrs cheques and fifty dollars British pounds.
I have my running shoes and my Manual CROSS COUNTRY
jacket. I have the outfit I will ear tonight plus the outfit tomorrow where I
will spend all day traveling back home. My suitcase emits ruffled farting
sounds as I zip it back up and wheel it over near the door.
Justin is pulling a Mark and Denis at Shuttleworth’s
stating thathe is going o take all the
soap and shampoo in the bathroom. I tell him not to take the towels. I
don’t want to be charged.
My suitcase zips up emitting little farting sounds as vinvyl
closure. I zip it up into taut-lipped
Justin takes his suitcase and places it on my bed.
“Remember you asked if you can have the bed closest to
the window the last night. Tonight’s the
last night.”
Justin said that he hadn’t forgotten the pact we made
our first night in the Gloucester.
He tells me that he is a man of his word.
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