Welcome to the United States.
We say our final good-byes to Don and Marian at Customs. After a bit of confusion, we recheck our bags, comforted to know that they are at least in the right country. We take the train to the domestic terminal, pass through security without a glitch, and find the gate for our last flight of the trip.
In the boarding lounge an almost familiar woman comes up to us. Oh no! It's the mother of the child who made Richard's life miserable on the first flight we took two weeks ago. How can this be? They went to Maine from the DC flight, and then on to Pennsylvania, only to land on our flight today. Luckily they are far behind us this time, and no one bangs the seat into Richard's knees.