As the only person that she knew outside the Miskatonic clique with parallel knowledge, his perspective was important to Karen.As the only person that she knew outside the Miskatonic clique with parallel knowledge, his perspective was important to Karen. His offer to clarify some baffling aspects of her studies was uncharacteristily forthcoming and invaluable. Karen slept through dinner service. She felt the landing gear drop and was fully awakened by the flap extention during the final approach over Inglewood. Drew Blood listened to the interminable recording about the white zone as he waited curb-side at the terminal. The sidelong glances from the parking patrol didn't bother Drew; he knew Karen as a prudent air traveler. He counted on her practice of toting only carry-on luggage. Karen brightened when she saw Drew waiting for her in the ugly beige heartbeat of America. Although she ascribed his phenomenol ability to meet her to his precise divination, a simple telephone call to the airline sufficed on this occassion. Following a warm hug and a quick kiss, Drew swung into traffic. |