"We Are Not Alone"

It took fifteen minutes for John Price to make his way to the rear of the auditorium. It was as if he was running for president. He shook as many hands as he could and by the time he saw Michael, his head was spinning from all of the attention.
John put his arm around his son’s shoulders and after they got into a limo, Michael spilled his guts . . .

“To the airport driver, and make it fast, thank you!” Dr John Price exclaimed, with a most determined look upon his face.

Michael e-mailed Sara Redman, and gave her his cell number. The only information Michael revealed was that he and his father were on a flight to Maui.

They landed in Honolulu and from there they took a small prop plane to the beautiful—flowered, island where Dr. Jack Redman seemingly so long ago, had spent his most glorious evenings.
Michael’s cell phone rang and he immediately snatched it from his pocket.

“Hello . . . Michael?”
“Yes Mrs. Redman it is Michael Price. Thank you so much for calling me.”
“Oh, stop with the Mrs. Redman, please call me Sara, after all we are friends! What in the world are you and your father doing here?”