September 27th, 1990

September 27th, 1990

Penta Hotel, Heathrow Airport, England

“You’re seriously here?” I said, feeling beyond excited.

“I seriously am!”

I quickly glanced at the clock on my bedside table. “I can be there in about three hours.”

“Awesome, I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to give you a heads up. It was crazy getting out of LA.”

“Are you kidding? This is the best surprise ever.”

“Yeah for me too,” David laughed.

“I’m so happy you were able to swing a night in the UK before flying to Delhi.”

“So, I can expect to see you in about five hours?”

“No, no, no, I said three.”

He laughed. “Karen, your three is more like my five.”

“Cheeky bugger!”

“Sorry, couldn’t resist. So, you’ll be here in three hours then, huh?”
“Maybe four,” I said, trying not to laugh.


Approximately two hours and forty-five minutes later, David looked gobsmacked when he opened the hotel room door.

“Hey you,” he uttered, smiling from ear to ear as he pulled me towards him. “You’re early.”

Words I rarely hear!


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