Before I could ask what she’d done with the phones, she pointed at the RV pulling away from the pump. A few seconds later I saw what she was grinning about. The rear of the RV was covered in stickers that said things like “Snow Birds” and “Beach Bound,” and the license plate was from Alberta. “Brilliant!” “I hope Nikolas likes Florida.” Her smile grew. “See, I told you you’d need me on this trip.”
