Chapter Forty Eight
The plane was canted to the left and Irene had to make her way along that side with a hand on the wall. The service area looked like a kitchen turned inside out and Irene, realizing she had lost her shoes, picked her way carefully past the broken glass. “Hello?” she tried but there was nothing but a nagging loneliness. She hurried forward, craving the closeness of human contact.
With a building tightness in her chest Irene stepped into the passenger compartment. It looked somewhat festive with a jungle of oxygen masks dangling from the overhead. But Irene focused. “s**t. Where’s the rest of my plane?” she mumbled out loud, searching around for the answer. The rear half of the DC-9 was gone. Irene looked along the aisle-way and out a gaping hole. And then she saw the b
