Ivy
“You can’t hide in here forever, you know,” Keith called as he stepped into the belly of the chopper. He sat down next to me and handed me a travel mug filled with hot coffee.
“I’m not hiding. I’m just sorting out my thoughts.”
He nodded behind his own mug. “Now, that’s something I can relate to.”
“How are you holding up?” I hoped to move the attention off me.
“No,” he shook his head and peered at me, “this moment is about you, not me.”
“Professionally, I’m okay, thanks.” I sighed. “But personally, I feel like a balloon that just had its strings cut and now I’m slipping away.”
“That’s normal. I’ve heard the wives say that kind of thing before when we’re about to go off on a mission.”
“You see, I know that.” I sniffed. “That’s my field. I sit in front of people or couples and co
