As I drove up to the arrivals part of the terminal, where traffic moves slowly, and vehicles maneuver for position along the curb, A. saw my mother watching for us, and called out to her and waved to her, and I found a space between two other drivers where I could idle for a moment and put on the hazards while I got down out of the cab and helped my mother with her suitcase. There was a quick hello, some laughter and hugs. Then we were all three in the pickup again and I was behind the wheel and was angling out into the thru lane and was exiting the airport, following the signage that would take us in the direction of the side of the city we needed to be on to find our way to the highway that led to the vicinity of my parents’ house.