no doubt about it just tell me and ill be there
And like she said, she holds true to her promise. Friday morning’s classes come to a close, and she immediately takes a train to Boston’s airport, an hourlong ride to Logan International. From there, her flight to Houston takes off, and by early evening, she’s arrived at her gate in Houston.
When she’s finally escorted out of the security area, Rose dismisses the airline worker, despising the attention she perceives from the special accommodations she receives. She calls Dave, and informs him of her location, so he’ll be able to find her when he arrives. In the meantime, she comes across a comfortable bench and takes to reading.
In the years since she’s lost her sight, Rose’s appearance has changed greatly. Whereas before, she was meticulous about her perception, rigid in her exactitude, prim almost to a fault to ensure she looked professional and proper, she can’t seem to muster the same enthusiasm for that anymore. She’s no less pretty, to be sure, but where before she was a flawless, polished diamond, she now has a ragged, tragic beauty, a face tired by the premature trials she’s had in her life. Her hair, once an immaculate bob, is now a messy pixie, and her clothing, which had in childhood been dominated by lace and elaborate Victorian styles, is now androgynous and informal.
She knows she won’t be seeing him first, so she just makes herself as visible as possible, unfolding her cane and putting it to the side so she’ll be identifiable.