Edward Slocum and Janet Thompson landed at Lester B. Pearson Airport from Ottawa shortly after 6:00 p.m. On a half-full plane, disembarkation was made that much easier for them since they had only carry-ons to worry about. By-passing the baggage carousel, they went directly to the set of sliding doors that led into the air terminal.
Edward peered in one direction then the other. “Do you have any idea Janet which way we should go to find car rentals?” he asked, scratching his head. “Because it sure beats me.”
“We’ve got a fifty-fifty chance of getting it right. You go that way and I’ll head in the opposite direction. One of us is bound to find it. Whoever it is, phones the other,” she replied. “Do you hear that? I’m sure someone is calling our names.”
They rotated on the spot searching for the location of its source. Their gaze settled on a broad shouldered, stocky-built man frantically waving at them.
“Well I’ll be damned,” Edward said. The man left his location and navigated his way through the crowd to their location. “This can’t be a coincidence, James.” They shook hands. “Well? Are you going to tell me?”
He smiled. “Your wife in a roundabout way.” With a slight bow he shook Janet’s hand. “Nice to see you again too, Janet. My vehicle is parked out front. We can do catch-up while I drive.”
“Have you got any word back on Julia’s condition?” Janet asked, as they entered the revolving doors and exited outside.
“Nothing, yet. That Honda Odyssey is mine. Throw your stuff in the back and climb aboard.”
“It’ll be late when we arrive at the hospital,” Edward said.
James glanced at his side mirror and drove away from the curve. “We’re not going to the hospital.”
“We’re not?” Janet replied.
“Nope,” James said. “We’re going to my sister’s place.”
Edward turned to f...