Part 23:
link The doors leading to the jetway open, and Arthur stands, waiting patiently outside gate 3B at Mitchell Field, awaiting the arrival of his father. He told Gaius he’d stop down at the airport in the morning before he went back home.
Uther is the seconde person to appear, striding casually into the airport, a kledingstuk bag slung over his shoulder. Of course he was seated in first class.
“Hey, Pop,” Arthur says, hugging his father. He grunts as Uther squeezes him surprisingly tightly.
“Son,”...
