Wednesday, February 01, 2006
"Hey Kent," I greet my second favorite pilot with a hug. "Bet you're excited that you don't have to run this place by yourself any more."
"Has its merits," he answers, then jerks a thumb toward the hangar. "But does mean I have to put up with someone's moods."
Right on cue, that someone sticks his head out the door, glaring at the two of us. "You must be talking about yourself again Kent." He raises an eyebrow, his form of sticking out his tongue, then comes over to me. "Don't tell me you need a lift somewhere?"
"Nope, not today." I can't resist adding, "But if you're free at the end of the week we could use a lift to LA. Kids would love it if Daddy was piloting them there."
"Good one, Morgan." Kent chuckles and grabs a rather large wrench out of Joe's hand. "I'm gonna go see if I can fix the damage you've probably done in the short time I left you alone with the plane. Nice seeing you again, Morgan." He grins and strides off and Joe shakes his head back and forth.
"So what did drag you out here?" Joe's not one to beat around the bush.
I'm the one who sticks their tongue out and bring the gift bag out from behind my back. "Gee, now I'm not so sure someone deserves congratulations."
Before I can say anything else, he snatches the bag out of my hand, winks at me and tugs out the wad of tissue paper at the top of the bag, peering in to see whats beneath it. "Hey, a picture for my new office." he enthuses as he pulls out a framed photograph. Then his eyes widen as he recognizes the shot. "You kept this?" is his first question.
I nod. After the divorce I told myself I was saving it for the kids. Its something Connor would probably love on the wall in his room. But thats not really the reason I held on to it. Joe's not the only one to have memories of his first Citation.
"I loved that plane," he says softly.
"I know," I whisper back. And he sold it because of me. He gave up his charter business for me and how did I repay him?
Giving him back a cherished photograph is the least I can do.
And wishing him all the luck in the world is one other thing.
"Has its merits," he answers, then jerks a thumb toward the hangar. "But does mean I have to put up with someone's moods."
Right on cue, that someone sticks his head out the door, glaring at the two of us. "You must be talking about yourself again Kent." He raises an eyebrow, his form of sticking out his tongue, then comes over to me. "Don't tell me you need a lift somewhere?"
"Nope, not today." I can't resist adding, "But if you're free at the end of the week we could use a lift to LA. Kids would love it if Daddy was piloting them there."
"Good one, Morgan." Kent chuckles and grabs a rather large wrench out of Joe's hand. "I'm gonna go see if I can fix the damage you've probably done in the short time I left you alone with the plane. Nice seeing you again, Morgan." He grins and strides off and Joe shakes his head back and forth.
"So what did drag you out here?" Joe's not one to beat around the bush.
I'm the one who sticks their tongue out and bring the gift bag out from behind my back. "Gee, now I'm not so sure someone deserves congratulations."
Before I can say anything else, he snatches the bag out of my hand, winks at me and tugs out the wad of tissue paper at the top of the bag, peering in to see whats beneath it. "Hey, a picture for my new office." he enthuses as he pulls out a framed photograph. Then his eyes widen as he recognizes the shot. "You kept this?" is his first question.
I nod. After the divorce I told myself I was saving it for the kids. Its something Connor would probably love on the wall in his room. But thats not really the reason I held on to it. Joe's not the only one to have memories of his first Citation.
"I loved that plane," he says softly.
"I know," I whisper back. And he sold it because of me. He gave up his charter business for me and how did I repay him?
Giving him back a cherished photograph is the least I can do.
And wishing him all the luck in the world is one other thing.
