Jessica thought of Nietzsche as she stared out the window of the private jet into the puffy clouds: “The higher we soar the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly.” She and her friends had been flying for an hour already, and in spite of three cocktails, the roar of the engine combined with the silence of her seatmates made her nervous.
“If only we’d found Hurit.” David finally broke the silence. “I’m so sorry, Kimi, I tried.”
“Didn’t you hear? We found her.” Lolita reached over and caressed Kimi’s arm.
“How is she?” he asked. “Is she hooked on drugs, too?”
Kimi shook her head and let out a deep sigh.
“At least you can fight drugs with other drugs,” Lolita responded. “But religious brainwashing is a hell of a lot harder to treat than h****n addiction.”
“Brainwashing?” David said.
