"Do you think the world will end tomorrow?" Sammi's question only made Smed wince.
"I haven't had time to think about it." They'd got checked in and were waiting to board their flight. Driving seemed pretty much out of the question with Storm Draco being a threat. Hopefully, they'd missed most of the blizzard now.
"Well, you know about that volcano, don't you?" Sammi looked at him as if that was a serious sign.
"Where?" He looked at her blankly.
"I don't remember. Russia, I think." Her thin shoulders shrugged.
"Look, its gonna be fine at Dolby's," Smed said as he put his arm around her. They were letting them board, and they were in jeans and matching sweat shirts. They were red with the Husker logo on them. Not quite Christmas, but he knew his brother would be happy they were wearing the gift he'd sent him last year. Smed never gave the sweat shirt to Natalie.
"I know, it bothers me. It really does. All these tragic things happening. I-I'm not even sure I want to be a teacher now." She looked quite sad.
"But you were at school all week, in the classroom. You were so happy to do that art project with those preschoolers." He said as they walked through the ramp that was more of a tube to get to the plane. Soon they were squashed with many more who were taking their chances on this holiday to fly.
"Well, yeah, its where I work." She told him. "It makes me happy. They make me happy."
"Then, that's all you have to remember." He smiled as he set next to the old guy who got the window seat. She at least had easier excess to get to the bathroom. They weren't taking much with them. They hoped they could do holiday shopping there.
She took his hand. Smed was certain they would have some delay. He looked up to see if they needed to buckle up. Of course, no lights came on. He could smell food. Someone brought burgers and fries. If only they'd stopped somewhere before getting on the plane, but they wanted to make sure they were ahead of schedule.
"So are we going to mail our presents back?" Sammi asked.
"Probably." He shrugged, but he really couldn't imagine his brother getting them much. He was pretty sure his brother would have lots of booze in mind. It was a tradition, unfortunately. For the life of him, Smed didn't have a clue where that tradition even came from. Maybe his uncle had been a big drinker.
Anyway, the only present Smed thought about giving Sammi was an engagement ring. And he hoped they could find something that she liked. He'd been saving up. He hoped the world didn't end tomorrow.