브링브링
He answers the phone.
Can you help me with my suitcases? I packed the last of my Brooklyn apartment and now they’re too heavy to drag to the airport alone..
"Of course."
Phew
Beautiful sunny day. Winter-crisp breeze but I’m sweating from the luggage. We shout business ideas over roaring subways, all the way to Newark.
He sings the first few bars of the graduation song as we step through the airport threshold. One thug tear. Closure.