"Okay Sir, here is your gate. When your friend arrives and you are ready to go, just flag down another one of our carts to take you wherever you need ...to go next!" he said. Bill paid the dollar fee and the driver left. Bill found a seat in the waiting area and waited for Christy's plane to arrive.It was about a half-hour before he heard the page over the airport intercom "Attention passengers, American Airlines, Flight 110 is now arriving at gate 46A. American Airlines Flight 110 at gate 46A.". Tonight would be no different. But this time, the content of my writing was far outside the norm.I sat down, and began to compose a letter.Dear Kaci,I hope this letter finds you well. Although it may be a bit unorthodox, I chose this method to say a few things to you that I should have said long ago. This letter is in your hands, which gives you the choice to either accept it and read further, or reject it and toss it in the trash. If you choose the latter, I must say that I wouldn't blame you.. "Fiona, you need to calm down. You know how good your brother is, he can take care of himself," she said, partly to convince herself.Fiona didn't reply, but her expression remained unchanged. Lizzie chose that moment to burst into the family room."Look what I've found," she panted."What is it?" Frank asked."I'm not sure, but it looks as if Gavin has been planning another vigilante thing," Lizzie answered.She held out a sheaf of papers and Fiona rushed to be the first to snatch them from her. Hooking him up with one of the sexiest girls he'd ever seen, he wondered how it could get better, which of course, it would.The sun was just starting to set, and Jessica rejoined the group, almost as if she knew they were done talking about her. She snuggled up against Megan, while Jon had his arm around both of them, the group just admiring the view for several minutes.Finally the sky darkened, and the coolness of dusk sat in, and the three hiked back up to the house. Jon was already making.