When we landed in Vancouver, it was much the same as Montreal. We taxied to a distant side of the gates to a double prop plane that was waiting there. As soon as we stopped, the door was opened and stairs were rolled up. Everyone seemed to jump into action.
I exited the jet and went up the stairs to the prop. It was a smaller plane that could seat six or seven. There were two banks of seats: two seats on one side, one on the other and a bench seat in the rear.
When Rachel saw me board, she came forward with a hug and kiss.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” she said. “This is going to be so much fun. We can pretend we’re little kids.”
She introduced me to Wesley, her lawyer s***h lover and Jeffery, the pilot. Jeffery looked like he was a little younger than me, and was in superb shape; Wesley
