EXCERPT #3 from The Tree Remembers
 
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Of course, it was no surprise that he was on my flight. He kept trying to talk to me, but I wouldn’t have it. My earbuds drowned out the world, and there was peace. I slept.

We had a layover in Calgary, and I was still fuzzy enough from sleep that I didn’t have enough motivation to block him when he tried again at the terminal. He had his phone out and kept wrinkling and unwrinkling his forehead.

“Look,” he said. “I get you don’t want to talk to me, but I really need to use your phone. Mine’s dead.”

“Go find a charging station.” I waved in a not-too-particular direction that also happened to be away from me.

“They’re all taken.”

I sighed.

“Please, Min, your mom called and I didn’t have enough power left to call her back.”

“My phone won’t be much help. I don’t have the number on it.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you just know it? It was your number, too.”

“I had to jettison that information to make room for a soy latte recipe.”

He froze, eyes wide. I smiled, and he relaxed enough to chuckle.

“You looked so different in the cafe,” he said. “You look so different now. But your voice hasn’t changed. I guess speech therapy never got rid of that thing completely.”

“Yeah, it’s a stubborn thing, that thing.” He laughed, but I didn’t. “I really don’t know the number any more. Sorry. Go ask someone if you can use their station.”

“That seems rude, somehow.” He put his hands in his pockets, expression sheepish.

“No, Brian, you’re not Canadian at all.”