A few weeks later Pastor David asked her to pick up a package from Puerto
Rico. It was from the same address at which she'd dropped off the last
one.
When she arrived at the airport, she passed her bag to the security guard to be searched. It seemed to take longer than usual. As she was waiting she looked around surprised at the number of new employees there.
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She always enjoyed Puerto Rico, but it wasn't quite the same without Rachel. She thought of asking the other flight attendant to join her, but decided not to. She visited the sites she'd gone to with Rachel on her first trip. The fellow she was picking up a package from was near "Plazuela de la Rogativa". She knocked on the door. It was opened quickly. She was let in, given the package and pointed towards the door.
The package was heavy and similar to the first one she'd carried for Pastor David.
It weighed heavily in the bottom of the plastic bag she was carrying it in.
She caught a taxi to go out to the airport. The package was beside her. She didn't want to put it in with her things.
The taxi drove through a quiet neighborhood. Children playing with a skipping rope.
"Unos. Dos. Tres. Cuatro."
"Stop here." She told the driver, pointing at a corner store. "Wait." She ran inside with her purse and the bag. She bought a can of cola, looked at the garbage can by the till and quickly thrust the bag with the package into it.
She went outside. Her taxi had left without her. Perhaps the driver thought her suitcase was worth more than the fare.
She called another taxi and got to the airport on time. She wasn't surprised to find her handbag searched rather thoroughly on her return. She didn't know what they were looking for. She didn't want to know. Since there was nothing to find, she was eventually let go.
When Pastor David later asked her what had happened to the package she was able to reply that her baggage was lost. If it wasn't the whole truth, it wasn't a whole lie either.
When she arrived at the airport, she passed her bag to the security guard to be searched. It seemed to take longer than usual. As she was waiting she looked around surprised at the number of new employees there.
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She always enjoyed Puerto Rico, but it wasn't quite the same without Rachel. She thought of asking the other flight attendant to join her, but decided not to. She visited the sites she'd gone to with Rachel on her first trip. The fellow she was picking up a package from was near "Plazuela de la Rogativa". She knocked on the door. It was opened quickly. She was let in, given the package and pointed towards the door.
The package was heavy and similar to the first one she'd carried for Pastor David.
It weighed heavily in the bottom of the plastic bag she was carrying it in.
She caught a taxi to go out to the airport. The package was beside her. She didn't want to put it in with her things.
The taxi drove through a quiet neighborhood. Children playing with a skipping rope.
"Unos. Dos. Tres. Cuatro."
"Stop here." She told the driver, pointing at a corner store. "Wait." She ran inside with her purse and the bag. She bought a can of cola, looked at the garbage can by the till and quickly thrust the bag with the package into it.
She went outside. Her taxi had left without her. Perhaps the driver thought her suitcase was worth more than the fare.
She called another taxi and got to the airport on time. She wasn't surprised to find her handbag searched rather thoroughly on her return. She didn't know what they were looking for. She didn't want to know. Since there was nothing to find, she was eventually let go.
When Pastor David later asked her what had happened to the package she was able to reply that her baggage was lost. If it wasn't the whole truth, it wasn't a whole lie either.