Chapter 8
Sunday night and my midnight shift rolled around. It was a clear, dark night and it was possible to see every star in the universe. Three A.M. was given as the best time to observe the comet on the southwest horizon. I went about the regular shift duties, made my third cup of coffee, and was pleasantly surprised at two A.M. when Brett showed up. He looked tired, and I knew the man postponed important jobs so he could be here. I didn’t say anything, just walked over, and gave my pilot a kiss.
“Welcome to Elk Pond Flight Service Station. In approximately forty-five minutes, I’m going to give you the thrill of your life. You will have seen Halley’s Comet—once in your lifetime. Me, I’ve been around a few times, been bad in previous lives apparently, which is why I’ve been forced to
