DAY SIX: (or Farewell to Adam Weaver)

Breakfast was a little sad. We were leaving Adam and Beijing, which had grown to feel like home. I'd felt, for those few days, a bit like Eloise in our posh hotel and was loath to leave that freedom behind. The other hotels we would only be staying at for two days, and we would have to learn new room numbers, new elevators, new banquet halls, even new shopkeepers. Adam Weaver said a few things about the airport we were going to, then sat down. A few minutes later he stood up again.
"Angels, would you like to hear another story? Only five minutes." This reminded me of all the other stories he'd told us. Stories of his DVD collection (over 200), marriage, divorce, jokes, history, and many other things. He'd said that men were like popcorn; they satisfied, but only for a little while. He told us not to take him seriously. He'd protected us from bad water, hole-in-the-ground toilets and Chinese men. He'd recommended a great many movies. He'd called us his Angels, and been a perfect gentleman.
Cee had made him a paper with his name in bubble letters, filled in with a rainbow of colors.
"The Adam Weaver
"Aka Larry Jams,
"Aka Tony,
"Aka The Best Tour Guide in The World.
"Have you seen the movie..."
This is how great Adam is; he actually blushed! He held it up, and said it was the best present he'd ever gotten. "I don't think there is an Adam Weaver movie," he said modestly.
"There should be!" several people piped up. He turned more red.
Anyway, he got up to tell us one more story.
"Have you seen the movie 'Top Gun'" he asked. Some of us nodded, all of us laughed. "Well, your guide, Adam Weaver, was in the Chinese Air Force." We all looked at him in amazement. He was a pilot? He held up a little booklet with his picture. It looked like a sort of passport. He was in uniform. We all clapped. He said a few more things, then said "I want to say that you are all the best Angels. You never get lost or lose things," I ducked my head, remembering the camera, "and you sing beautifully. You are Adam Weaver's perfect Angels." I was sniffling by then, so was most everyone else. He stood straight, then snapped us a salute. We pulled in front of the airport, clapping and crying in equal measure.