Mid-afternoon.
You are at Kroger's on Tylersville. Carol was cleaning and on the computer much
of today, you had a fasting blood test for Dr. Bajaj next Tuesday. You tinkered
with landing and take off material from the ancient Cessna 210 manual hoping
Doug will give the thumbs up. - Amorella
I
want a small plane setting no real jargon. I am not sure Friendly knows how to
fly a small plane.
You were just interrupted by an impolite
fellow who shouted out to you, "Thanks for fucking the country,
asshole!" so you know you are in conservative Butler County territory. -
Amorella
I
was going to ignore it. I noticed he didn't stop to pick a physical fistfight
out of it. Probably just as well. Makes me want not to take the Obama signs off
the rear window. It's a first verbal slur I've heard personally in this
election year, or any since the 1960's. Twenty something year old beats up
seventy year old Democrat at Kroger's lot. Ha. That would have made the local
headline news. (1444)
A lot of thoughts were pulled into your mind
boy. - Amorella
Yep.
I regret a few of them already.
No one heard them but me. - Amorella
Those
words were my doubts talking.
Reflective thought, huh? - Amorella
Yes.
Words have gone. I'm thoughtless.
Later, dude. - Amorella
You
split a late lunch at Penn Station, a small fry and a large chicken teriyaki
with two drinks. Carol is on page 149 of Red Mist and you are ready to
write. Friendly is looking over the controls. Let's begin with her as an
introduction. - Amorella
About
time for the national news. Take a break and post what you have. - Amorella
**
**
Pouch - 6
Friendly
glanced over the instrument and screen rich Cessna Silver Eagle control panel
and pushanpulled the start toggle fumbled then pushed the toggle to the up
position. Embarrassed that Pyl was watching she quickly smiled and commented,
"It's been awhile."
"The
panel is pretty much up to date," replied Pyl calmly. Take your
time." She thought if we go down, it's your plane sister. Pyl found
herself taking closer observation because 'why did this woman push the toggle
up then pull?'
"We
all do silly things," said Pyl with a smile. “I love this plane, outside
of me I think this was Dad's favorite thing." She winked, "Isn't that
right, Blakey?"
He
feigned a grumble, "Yeah, Pyl was always the favorite."
"What
about your mother?" asked Hartolite with an undertone of seriousness.
Blakey
leaned to the right, "She's just kidding. It's an old family joke."
Surely this woman could sense the humor in Pyl's voice.
Justin
deadpanned, "Pyl and Blake come from bright creative parents who were a
bit dissimilar."
"Pardon."
"Dissimilar,
you know, diverse."
"Distinct,
is a better word," chuckled Pyl in the front.
"Everyone
has their secrets," replied Hartolite in Justin's deadpan tone. What in
the world are they talking about, she thought, families that are 'dissimilar',
'diverse,' ‘distinct’? Do they mean 'heterogeneous'? Why don't they just say
that? Are they trying to be clever here? Are they suspicious? What did we do to
provoke thinking-in-a-row?
238 words / continued below
You
had supper and watched a "Castle", "Bones" and "Modern
Family" You are ready to continue writing but don't know where to go other
than, 'it's Pyl's turn'. Let get to it. - Amorella
**
**
In
the quick quiet moment Friendly revved the engine and confirmed the rpm status,
verified the alternator and voltage and they were rolling down the runway with
the flaps at nine percent, a lift of the nose and a slow climb southwest,
tapped the brakes to stop the spin and retracted the wheels. Quickly nearing
the Ohio shoreline Friendly continued climbing and turned the yoke left. The
Silver Eagle continued a steady climb with Catawba Island, then the Marblehead
lighthouse were below the right wing and Kelley's Island and greater Lake Erie
lay down below the left wing. The plane continued climbing due east until
leveling off at nine thousand feet with a speed of 140 mph. Friendly felt her
body immediately relax. "We're good to Burke," she said.
"Beautiful day, beautiful scenery, one beauty of a plane."
Pyl
smiled and need not respond. Pyl could sense whatever nervousness there had been
leaving Friendly. The plane and the pilot were as one in the same. Pyl loved
the flying so much that she could enjoy another pilot at the yoke.
The
flight continued, seemingly uneventful, or so Pyl felt, as she had taken a
catnap. Awakening to the drone of the engine she found that Justin and Blake
had fallen asleep too. Pyl let them sleep. She glanced over at Friendly, smiled
and quietly said, "I can tell you are in love with this plane. I am in
love with it too." Pyl closed her eyes in a ruse and let her mind moved
into surreptitious quarters.
257 words
**
**
2231
hours. I have about 250 more words to go. I assume this will be defining or
exploting what is on Pyl's mind before they land at Burke Lakefront.
Yes. Enough for tonight. Post. - Amorella
I
hope this is coming along satisfactorily.
What
might Pyl be thinking? - Amorella
I
think there needs to be another clue, something she noticed in the instruments,
some kind of data that is not normal for when the plane was inspected and
'cleaned up' by Ship under the guidance of Yermey.
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