Chapter 59: Cessna 182At the small airport, a privately owned blue-and-red striped Cessna 182 Rose had rented, waited on the narrow runway strip for her. I kissed her on both cheeks, hugged her hard, and asked, “When will I see you again, angel?”
“Soon. Perhaps September, near the fifteenth. I have a lot of running around to do until then. We have our meeting in New York with the publisher, of course. Don’t forget.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes. I have the date in my phone.”
“You’ll take care of yourself, right?”
I held her hard against me, face to face, and wished that she didn’t have to leave. “Certainly. Right as rain.”
“And you’ll strum up something hard with the pool boy, right?” she laughed, being bad.
I nodded, squeezed her, breathed in her strong lily scent, and eventually pulled away. “Ca
