Food
Are we going to surprise Dad?
When we land.
Can I get into the cabin?
If the crew allows it.
—¿Puedo ponerme mi camiseta de piloto?
“No way. He recognizes you from afar.
Mason took the secret more seriously than anything else in his life. He packed headphones, sweet gummies, a toy plane and a drawing he had made with a marker. In it was Tyler standing in front of a plane and, above, in huge and crooked letters, he had written: “THE BEST PILOT IN THE WORLD.”
The airport nearly ruined the surprise. We were headed for safety when Mason pulled my sleeve with his eyes like plates. Tyler was crossing the terminal less than ten meters away, with his flawless uniform and his flight suitcase rolling behind. I dragged him by the hand to a souvenir shop and hid behind a sweatshirt coat rack. Mason was shaking with a contained laugh. “This is the best thing in the world,” he whispered. At that moment I felt lighter than I had felt in months. Today, when I remember that laughter of yours, everything turns inside me.
