And then she got to Heathrow, and she had a little time to spare before her final leg, so she thought up another funny little acerbic joke: [Going to Africa. Hope I don't get AIDS. Just kidding. I'm white!] And she chuckled to herself, pressed send, got on the plane, got no replies, turned off her phone, fell asleep, woke up 11 hours later, turned on her phone while the plane was taxiing on the runway, and straightaway there was a message from somebody that she hadn't spoken to since high school, that said, "I am so sorry to see what's happening to you."
Zatim je stigla u Heathrow i imala je dovoljno slobodnog vremena prije završne postaje, pa se dosjetila još jedne sarkastične dosjetke: [Idem u Afriku. Nadam se da neću dobiti AIDS. Šala, bjelkinja sam!] Opet se nasmijala sebi, poslala, sjela na avion, nije dobila nijedan odgovor, isključila mobitel, zaspala, probudila se 11 sati kasnije, uključila mobitel dok je avion silazio na pistu i odmah vidjela poruku od nekoga s kime nije pričala od srednje škole: "Žao mi je što ti se ovo događa."