“Guess who!” – A young man came up to a girl with long blonde hair gently putting his hands over her eyes. She turned and looked at him confused.
“Oh, sorry, Ma'am! I must be mistaken! Very sorry again!”
“That's OK!” – The girl smiled. Young girls never got irritated with Logan; they rather felt sad and maybe jealous of that lucky Miss who Logan was looking for. Logan himself felt sorry for her!
“The sixth wrong one, Boss!” – He reported to his mobile in disappointment and quickly hung up.
***
“The sixth wrong one!” – Idaho repeated to himself. He was sitting in the airport café taking sips of cold coffee. The coffee tasted terrible. The phone rang again.
“Any luck, Cowboy?” – Steven's voice sounded bored. Idaho kept silent.
“Why am I not surprised? For your information, Mr. Jacobson is in his worst mood ever. ”
“Is that delight or happiness that I can hear in your voice?” – Idaho knew that Mr. Jacobson's assistant hated him and was always glad to find out about Idaho's failures.
“Oh, no! Not yet! But I'll be both happy and delighted when you finally screw up!”
“I bet you will!” – Despite a whole lot of unpleasant news Idaho wasn't nervous or worried. He remembered his Mother's advice: “ Stay calm and relaxed whatever happens!” A sudden memory crossed his mind.
“Oh, shoot!” – He reached the phone and dialed the number.
“Hey, how are you there, guys? ... What? Really? Threw up on his pants? Gosh!” – Idaho smiled. Crowds of people and delayed flights, long queues and nauseous children… all those things could make even the calmest people in the world angry! But Mr. Kids wasn't one of them and he was not simply angry, he was pissed off!
“What? When am I going to be home? Hello? Mom? I can't hear you… Call you later! Bye!”
***
“Did he hang up on you? Tell me at once! Did he do that again?” – Frank Kids was irritated.
“Don't be silly! Why would he do that? Just some problems with connection!”
“Yeah, right!” – They were standing in a terrible traffic jam and their taxi was hardly moving.
“Don't listen to him, Rose. Idaho is a nice kid. We're so proud of him. He used to have some troubles when he was a teenager but now he…”
“Oh, stop it, Glenda. Do you call THAT “troubles”? He…” – Frank was going to finish his thought but stopped himself, turned away and stared at some point only he could see. Glenda looked upset.
The conversation stopped for a while. Frank and Glenda seemed to be deep in their thoughts. Rose didn't break the silence: she had her own memories to sort out. The strain of the past several days got everything mixed up. The pictures from her past and present flashed past her as the windows of the express train. She could see decisions, hard and silly at times, she could see crimes… But was there any guilt?... Or love? Who knows… There were also gossips, and newspaper ads, and phone calls… Would you believe that a newspaper ad can change your life?… Would you believe that a phone call can save it? Rose did. She remembered it, every single word, every intonation change, and the feeling of danger that it brought…
***
“Hello, sugar!
“Hello yourself!”
“They are going to the airport! I hope you are no longer there and no longer blonde! And I hope my money is safe!”
“Don't worry! They are not going to get me! ” - Rose said to her interlocutor. “Neither are you!” – She thought to herself, switched off the phone, looked around and saw an elderly couple coming up to her…
