Tissues On The Train...
Somewhere but not here... Out-Numbered - I think this is your room. Daughter - 238 right? Out-Numbered - That's what the paper says. Daughter - Where's the key? Out-Numbered - I thought you took it. Daughter - No Dad, you were supposed to take it. Out-Numbered - I'll call your Mother. Maybe she has it. Daughter - Dad! I can't believe you. Out-Numbered - I'm just kidding baby. I have it right here. Daughter - Dad. You're so annoying. Out-Numbered - Here. Open the door already. This duffel bag weighs a ton. Daughter - One minute. Out-Numbered - Jeez. How many hair dryers do you have in here? Daughter - Stop it. She opens the door. The room is empty except for two single beds on either side, a small three draw dresser at the foot of each bed and a large open closet that goes from floor to ceiling. It smells like 1988. I see my daughter's face and she seems a bit tentative. Out-Numbered - What? Daughter - Nothing. Out-Numbered - What's wrong...