I nervously said goodbye to the fight attendant and pilot. As I stepped off the plane and made my way through the thingy that attaches to the terminal, I steeled myself. The last time I arrived at Dulles, I was arrested for burning down Little Mount Vernon. No arrogant police officers were waiting to take me in. I strolled into the airport Scott-free.
“Come on, Oh-Donna. Let’s get your lap dog and get to your place.” Perry barked.