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you."

"OK, OK, I promise."

He took her in his arms and carried her off to their bedroom. They finished
the evening making quiet love.

* * *

On Wednesday afternoon, David flew into the Dallas/Forth Worth airport. He
managed to get a direct flight, but the airline had screwed up his kosher
meal, so when they landed he felt slightly hungry and annoyed.

Adding to his annoyance, the plane was full and DavidТs seat was close to
the back; he waited for the people in front of him to exit before he could
go himself.

Fortunately, David had thought ahead and only brought an overnight bag with
him, so he didnТt have to wait at the carousel for his luggage. He passed
quickly through the jetway corridor which connected the plane to the
terminal and walked past the metal detectors. The voices of other
passengers filled his ears, but the long, drawn-out sounds of their vowels
definitely made this place feel different from Logan. David even stopped in
surprise when he saw two men in suits actually wearing ten-gallon hats. The
men greeted one of the other passengers with raucous laughter and went on
their way. Amused, David smiled to himself and kept walking until he
spotted his ride.

A short blond man wearing a T-shirt that displayed MaxwellТs four equations
of electromagnetism stood at the end of the corridor that led into the main
terminal. He held up a sign with DavidТs name on it. David walked up to him
and introduced himself as other travelers jostled around them. "Hello, IТm
David Strock."

The man put down the sign, gave David a warm smile, and shook his hand.
"IТm Jim Bicking. IТm a technician with the SSC. Are you ready to go? Do
you want to use the bathroom first?"

"IТm ready," David said. "Lead the way."

Jim led David out of the terminal to the parking lot. As soon as he left
the air-conditioning of the buildings, a hot wind chafed his face. The air
tasted different from that in Boston, somewhat drier. It brought back
memories of the time he spent in New Mexico.

As they walked, more and more people walked around them, and the busy
feeling of the airport parking lot unsettled David. His hand flew to his
head at one point and he adjusted his yarmulke. Normally, he never gave it
a second thought, but being in Texas made him feel very self-conscious
about his appearance. He suspected heТd be the only Orthodox Jew in