DESIRED PYROTECHNICS Chapter Four--Of Greed toward the Wise
Artwork by Felicien Rops We didn't speak during the cab ride to the airport. Nor did we speak all through the security or when boarding the plane. Once in flight, I dozed off, only waking to answer the call of nature. When I came back from the toilets, Haiden was spread across the whole row of seats. “Do you want me to move to another seat?” I asked. Startling awake, he grabbed his coat and magazines, giving me the finger while moving to an empty seat a couple of rows ahead. Whatever , I thought. It didn't matter if it was a plane, train, or automobile, something would inevitably set him off when we traveled. He would either panic, or throw a tantrum, and I knew from experience it was better to leave him alone. Over the loudspeaker came the announcement for our arrival to Valencia in fifteen minutes. Sitting down, I clicked my ...