12d • General discussion
Chapter 1, the Remaining Portion
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The first thing I did was talk to John.
“Of course,” he said, without hesitation. I had regaled him with stories about Lydia and had always wanted to meet her. Now he would not only meet her; he would have the opportunity to live with her.
There was one tiny complication, and I mean physically small. Mittens, a dainty Siamese mix with a sweet, distinctive line down the center of her face, and the temperament of a lullaby. I had adopted her from the friend I’d rented a room from before she went bankrupt. At the time, Mittens appeared to be dying. I thought I was giving her hospice care, but I ended up snatching her from the jaws of death. We had a special bond that I could not break.
We were confident, though, that we could work it out. Mittens had previously lived with two other cats and two dogs. She had learned how to share space, if not always gracefully, then at least without open warfare. We told ourselves it would be fine. Two cats, one house, and a careful introduction period. People did it all the time.
I called Courtney and said yes—yes, of course, yes. She booked Lydia’s flight to San Jose. The cat would be traveling alone, crated and cargoed, from one life to another. As soon as Courtney had the details, she sent me the flight number, the date and time. I walked around for days like I was drunk on joy. It was a rare state for me, to feel that light.
Then, a few days later, while I was at the dentist, my phone rang.
Normally, I would have let it go to voicemail. But something nudged me to look.
Texas area code.
Lydia’s layover was in Texas.
“Do you mind if I take this?” I asked the hygienist.
“Go ahead,” she said, and let me step out of the room.
The woman on the line introduced herself as an airline worker. “I have a cat here named Lydia” she said. “The paperwork says she’s going to San Jose, Costa Rica. But your address says San Jose, California. Which is correct?”
For a second, the world tilted. I pictured Lydia, blind and disoriented, emerging in a country where no one was waiting for her.
“California, please!” I blurted. “Please don’t send her to Costa Rica. She needs to come to San Jose, California.”
The woman chuckled softly. “I thought something was off. Don’t worry. We’ll fix it.”
Crisis averted. My heart slowed.
Course corrected, the wish was winging its way home.
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