"To the airport," she added.
It rather sounds like an airport paperback.
With everything going on, Carmen didn't have time to worry about flying, but when they were all sitting at the airport, she finally had time to stew over it.
I parked our car here, at the East Boston airport, as we were scheduled to return together by air.
Katie had offered to take her to the airport to pick up the car after he left.
It was a somber Felipa who met them at the airport with the driver.
The airport was nearby.
Jake didn't follow her as she strode into the airport and checked in, careful not to brush up against anyone for fear of the jarring visions.
Cynthia stood at the airport curb, her suitcase by her side.
For the first hour of his trip to the airport, Dean's vision was restricted to two red eyes of the taillights in front of him, glaring out of a haze as thick as chowder.
The airport was coping with the fog no better than the harried commuters.
I guess he drove to the airport to pick up Martha and Claire but I guess they didn't come in when they were supposed to.
She called from the Montrose airport and booked for a whole week.
But if I make it to the airport, I'm sure Alex can handle anything after that.
Do you want me to drive you to the airport tomorrow and pick you up Sunday?
The Medena chauffeur took them to the airport alone.
She came to the airport with him.
Someone will have to pick her up at the airport, but she can stay with Jonathan at the house.
Most of the ride to the Allentown airport was made in silence, save the swish-swish of the windshield wipers.
It probably wasn't the man she had seen at the airport, after all.
They might balk at getting on an airline flight flown by a computer and prefer having a pilot on board to take over if he "feels in his gut" that something is wrong (even if that feeling is the airport burrito he had for lunch).
As they neared the airport, she became pensive.
Do you want to drive me to the Airport and keep the car?
Inside the airport terminal, she kissed him good-by.
Katie called before Carmen left the airport and said she wanted to take the children to Silver Dollar City with her.
He didn't look as tall, but the man at the airport had been wearing a suit.
From the airport window, she watched a cloud bank build in the northwest.
The book was the size of a paperback she'd buy at an airport but had to weigh fifty pounds.
You could drop Molly and me off at Logan airport for the ten o'clock flight to California, be in Philadelphia by early evening, and fly out to join us the next morning.
I dropped my women off at the terminal entrance of Logan Airport, amid kisses and a promise to see them in twenty-four hours.
I left word I'd call from the airport in the morning and set my phone alarm in time for my early departure.
She paced as Dean finalized the arrangements with scarcely enough time left to reach the airport before the first leg of the trip was scheduled to board.
The trip to the Montrose airport was slow.
So after a cab ride to the airport rental agency, we escaped the fumes of Manhattan on an August Friday noon and joined the city escapees heading north.
Martha would drive Howie to Boston's Logan Airport for his flight back to California while Quinn would remain to pack up his equipment before leaving later for a hundred mile drive to their home in nearby Peabody, Mass.
He would cab to the airport in the morning and return to California.
She flew directly to Boston on Friday and I met her at Logan Airport at six.
She'll drive Howie's car back to Boston and leave the car at the airport and fly out this evening.
As she'd never even visited an airport much less flown, frequent traveler Betsy carefully told her the dos and don'ts while she printed her boarding pass.
It took us two hours to come ten miles from the airport and Julie had to direct him the last mile and she just got here herself.
While my new vehicle is far less accommodating to my needs as my precious motor home, now resting in an airport parking lot, this van is satisfying my temporary needs.
It did that in the airport, too.
I finally got a hold of him at the airport in Richmond that afternoon.
Plane tickets for the next day's flight to Virginia were on Dean's desk with a list of the time he was to leave his house, where he should park at the airport and a description of Detective Norman Hunter whom he was to meet in Norfolk.
The smaller airport was a welcome relief from the Philadelphia crowds and the large jet was loaded quickly.
The pair was further delayed securing a rental car, and it was after 5:00 by the time the two tired travelers pulled away from the airport grounds.
Dean mentally calculated the time from the airport and told her about 5:00.
Dean had allowed what he thought was plenty of time for the flight but the rental car area was slow and the entire airport was crowded with storm-delayed travelers.
She hit every red light on the way and arrived at the airport fifteen minutes later than she had anticipated.
I heard they had the airport cleared for flights now that it's stopped snowing.
The trip to the airport and the flight to Illinois were both uneventful, the hotel accommodations better than they could have expected on such short notice.
Before Betsy and I left for the airport, we received incredible news!
The Buick with its stolen plates turned up in the San Diego Airport parking lot wiped clean.
I'd passed over the story of an abandoned infant in a Logan Airport rest room.
Somewhere near the airport, he guessed.
When they reached the airport it was snowing heavily, but the accumulation here was far less than in Ouray.
Bus station and airport personnel had been questioned, but no one remembered anything of note.