Macy waved as the red biplane roared over and then rocked its wings side to side as it flew into sight over the valley wall.
She grabbed her radio, “Hi Daddy.”
“Hey, Baby. We’ll get you on the next pass.”
We? Oh. No need to ask. Of course Tim would be up there. Having a long talk with her father about…Macy sighed. She didn’t want to do a thing that might harm the few precious days they had left, but she was enough of a realist to know that the time for them to talk was sooner, not later. She hated being a realist.
The need to talk, now acknowledged, made her rather ticked off that he was up there and she was down here. If the time was soon, now was as good a soon as any.
The heavy roar started in the south end of the valley. She could hear the engine, feel its deep bass notes, before
