i may know. once in the terminal, i looked around. not much has changed since my last visit there. the friendly faces in the restaurant clearly explained why my colt was longing for going home. until about two years ago, and before i bought him, this is where he lived.
the young woman behind the counter told me that she is about to go and make some fresh chocolate chip cookies, and that they will be ready in about half an hour. “can i get you some coffee, they are really good, worth the wait.” i politely declined, told her that i must be leaving soon, and a bottle of water 