I learned this years ago, but nothing prepared me for the scene she unleashed at the boarding gate of our flight to Rome.
It began with a phone call a week before departure.
I was sipping tea on my balcony, enjoying a rare peaceful morning, when my phone buzzed. Claire’s name flashed across the screen.
The moment I picked up, she launched in—no hello, no “how are you.”
“Hey, just a heads-up—you’re watching the kids on the flight.”
I nearly dropped my cup. “Wait, what?”
