“Well,” Mom said after a while, “we are pretty early, I guess.” “Almost as if I didn’t have to get up at five thirty,” I said.
Mom reached down to the console between us, grabbed her coffee mug, and took a sip.
My phone buzzed. A text from Augustus. Just CAN’T decide what to wear. Do you like me better in a polo or a button-down?
I replied: Button-down. Thirty seconds later, the front door opened, and a smiling Augustus appeared, a roller bag behind him.
He wore a pressed sky-blue button-down tucked into his jeans. A Camel Light dangled from his lips. My mom got out to say hi to him.
He took the cigarette out momentarily and spoke in the confident voice to which I was accustomed. “Always a pleasure to see you, ma’am.”
I watched them through the rearview mirror until Mom opened the trunk.
Moments later, Augustus opened a door behind me and engaged in the complicated business of entering the backseat of a car with one leg.
“Do you want shotgun?” I asked. “Absolutely not,” he said. “And hello, Hazel Grace.”
“Hi,” I said. “Okay?” I asked. “Okay,” he said. “Okay,” I said.
My mom got in and closed the car door. “Next stop, Amsterdam,” she announced. Which was not quite true.
The next stop was the airport parking lot, and then a bus took us to the terminal, and then an open-air electric car took us to the security line.
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