Understanding Mobsession

As is my habit, I arrived too early for my departing flight. That day in particular I anguished over boarding another long haul aircraft to somewhere dreading spending several hours alone. Going through security, I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder. She said, “Khaled”, with a beaming smile. I remembered her instantly with her distinctive reddish hair. It had been decades since I’d seen her last, but I remembered her from college, my sister’s friend. She asked me where I was going and as chance would have it we were on the same flight. She seemed pleased. She asked me about my sister and I told her that all was well. She passed on her regards. We walked to the lounge together and she said sh

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