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“It makes me want to sing!”
“Please don’t,” Holly and Jeremy called in unison.
“Off we go into the wild blue yonder, Climbing high into the sun.”
“Aaaaa! Kill me now!”
He glanced into the back seat to see her pretend to stab a knife into her gut, slice it open hari-kari style, and then flop over dead. At least by being in the back, she didn’t die onto the Mooney’s flight controls.
If it got this kind of response, he’d definitely have to learn more than the first two lines of the official Air Force song.
But he still felt like singing.
The Mooney passenger plane, once he’d worked his way through the checklist, was an absolute dream to fly. Fast, agile, and forgiving on the controls—which was good as he’d never flown such a powerful airplane before. Thank God for checklists. He’d
