He gave me his card before his security team moved him toward the exit. I did not call the number for three weeks, because I had just escaped one complicated situation and I had no interest in walking into another one, regardless of what he had done with a napkin puppet.
I called eventually. We had coffee. Then we had coffee again. This is not a love story, or at least it is not only that. It is first the story of a woman who got on a plane with two suitcases and a stroller and let a stranger’s shoulder hold her up for two hours, and discovered when she landed that she was steadier than she thought.
Wren is four now. She still has the stuffed rabbit.
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