If you took a charcoal marker and shaded every country that they had visited, the world would be as black as a bowling ball.
It was a proclamation that was so often declared after dinner and before dessert. An announcement of such importance that it seemed simply impossible to be uttered while others were taking nourishment, lest the weight of the words curdle the dining experience for all.
It always started the same way.
“This will be our last trip…”
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