OVERHEARD AT GATE 12, DOMESTIC TERMINAL "—and by the time I got the bottle warmed he'd already fallen asleep on the wrong pillow, so I just stood there holding it like an idiot holding a torch in a house with all the lights on—" "How many steps?" "What?" "Today. How many steps." "Seven thousand something. Why?" "That's a lot of pacing." "That's not pacing. That's parenting with a floorplan."