The Final Detail

Dad

And then he started bawling too. Stereo bawling. Myron held the phone away from his ear for a

moment.

I was in the Caribbean, he said, not Beirut.

An explosion of laughter from both. Then more crying. Myron looked at Win. Win sat

impassively. Myron rolled his eyes, but of course he was also pleased. Complain all you want,

but who didn't want to be loved like this?

His parents settled into a meaningless chatter meaningless on purpose, Myron supposed. While

they could undoubtedly be pests, Mom and Dad had a wonderful ability to know when to back

off. He managed to explain where he'd been. They listened in silence. Then his mother asked,

So where are you calling us from?

Win's airplane.

Stereo gasps now. What?

Win's company has a private jet. I just told you he picked me

And you're calling on his phone?

Yes.

Do you have any idea how much that costs?