They’d almost had to turn around and land before the rattled flight attendants had identified the sounds. And then the woman had threatened to sue the airline for destroying her centerpiece.
Dar shook her head. People were weird. She glanced out the window as flashing lights caught her attention and saw another plane surrounded by emergency vehicles. “Wonder what that’s all about?” She nudged Kerry, who was obediently gathering her personal belongings.
Kerry turned, leaned on the armrest, and peered out of the small window. “Hm. Mostly police, no fire rescue, could be anything. Maybe a hijack attempt?” She watched over her shoulder.
“Drugs. See the dogs?”
“Ah, we must be home.” Kerry smiled. “This is the only airport I’ve ever seen that on a regular basis.”
“Mm,” Dar acknowledged. “Guess we’ll read about it in tomorrow’s Herald.”
“Okay.” Kerry settled back as the plane turned to enter its 190 Melissa Good assigned gate area. “But you have to read me the comics first.”
She grinned as Dar gave her a look. They’d developed what was, to Kerry, a charming habit of diving through the morning paper for the cartoons, finding Dilbert first, of course, then sharing the others, and their respective horoscopes. That was after their run and shared shower, while the coffee was brewing for the drive to work.
Work. Kerry gazed pensively at the overhead. Would that schedule be changing? From what Dar said, it probably would.
But… She glanced at Dar. They’d figure out something. In the meantime, they’d get a cup of coffee, shed their jackets, and watch the palm trees wave as they drove home.
Kerry sighed happily. She was so looking forward to that. She fairly ached for the normality of it. The plane bumped to a halt, she released her seat belt, and stood up alongside Dar who ducked to clear the overhead. “Sometimes it pays to be short.”
“I agree.” Ceci chuckled from behind her as they watched Andrew move into the aisle to avoid cracking his head. “And no offense to your home state, Kerry, but I’m glad I’m no longer in it.”
Kerry snorted. “Like I wasn’t counting the minutes?” She took a deep breath as the cabin door opened and a gust of moderately warm, moderately moist air blew in, tinged with aviation fuel but welcome nonetheless. She shouldered her laptop, edged out in front of Dar, and gave the flight attendant a smile as she exited the plane onto the jetway.
“Ah. Air conditioning in December. I must be home,” Dar remarked as they walked up the sloping path. Already, they could hear the clamor of the airport loudspeaker, a combination of English and Spanish that matched the conversations going on around them.
“Oh yeah,” Kerry agreed as they walked out of the gate and into the flow of terminal traffic. “I remember my very first experience getting off a plane here. I walked ten feet, put my bag down, stared, and wondered what in the world I’d gotten myself into.”
It had been more than culture shock, that was for sure. It had been an exotic, intimidating new world. Now, it was just home, and she welcomed the bustling activity and the riot of color that surrounded them. “You up for a café con leche? It’ll take them twenty minutes to bring the car up anyway. You did valet it, right?”
“You bet your…” Dar’s eyes wandered. “Yes, I did.” She grinned, mindful of her father’s inquisitive presence. “You parked or what, Dad?”
“Ah am about to go get me that truck,” Andrew said. “Fig-Thicker Than Water 191
gered we’d talk to you two later on.” He gave Dar a pat on the back and accepted a hug from Kerry, then ambled off with a wav-ing Ceci in tow.
“Bye.” Kerry waggled her fingers back. “They’re so cute.”
Dar arched a brow at her. “I’ll go turn in my valet ticket. Did you say something about coffee a minute ago?” She bumped Kerry towards the coffee bar with her hip. “Get me a cheese pastalito, too.”
Mm. Kerry obediently trotted over to the coffee bar and leaned against its polished surface as the attendant came over.
“Dos café con leche, dos queso pastilitos, por favor.”
The boy grinned at her. “Si, Senorita.” He turned towards the espresso machine. Kerry slid onto the stool and idly watched him, enjoying the sharp, distinctive scent of the brewing coffee as she listened to the conversations around her. Football and soccer mostly, with a spattering of stock market, and one very excited discussion about deep sea fishing. She turned around as her coffee and pastries were delivered, paid for them, and received another smile from the server as she left a tip.
She picked up her goodies, shouldered her bag, and headed for the automatic doors leading outside.
Dar was leaning against a support pole, her sunglasses now firmly settled on the bridge of her nose.
“Rats. I forgot.” Kerry handed Dar the bag and dug inside her briefcase pocket for her own glasses, a nifty wraparound pair Dar had gotten her not long before. She put her bag between her feet as she straightened and accepted the cup of steaming liquid from Dar. “Thank you, ma’am.”
“Ma’am?” Dar laughed and took a sip.
Kerry leaned against her and sucked happily at her drink, enjoying the rich, sweet flavor. The air was cool and equally sweet, and she felt a sense of pure, animal well-being as she watched the confusion of traffic trying to get to the curbside. Soon enough, she spotted Dar’s Lexus making its way toward them, and she actually almost felt like hugging it. “Want me to drive?
Give your arm a break?”
Dar’s face went still for a moment, then she exhaled. “Okay.”
She accepted her keys from the valet and put her bag in the back seat before Kerry took them from her fingers and circled the car.
They settled into the leather seats and Kerry took a moment to adjust the driver’s seat forward.
“I should keep a booster seat in here for you,” Dar remarked dryly.
“Hah hah.” Kerry put the big SUV in gear and edged cautiously into the traffic stream. “How about next time you just put 192 Melissa Good me in your lap?”
“Mm.” Dar chuckled softly, sparing a moment to imagine driving with her arms wrapped around Kerry. “Yeah, okay…Hey, pull over.”
“Hedonist.”
“It was your idea!”
Kerry dodged a speeding Mercedes and settled down to the relatively short drive home. “Hey, Dar?”
Dar had her head tipped back and her eyes closed. “Yeeess?”
Kerry thought a moment of how to phrase her question, then she just shrugged. “Is this really it, at work?”
Dar was quiet, then she shrugged. “Yeah.”
“No reprieves? No time off for good behavior?”
A soft chuckle rose from the passenger’s seat. “Hon, I’ve never behaved good in my entire tenure there. Trust me, if I had to come up with a reason to leave, you were the best reason on Earth.” She reached carefully behind her with her good arm and tugged her briefcase over and onto her lap. “Want to help me write my resignation letter later?”
Kerry sighed. “Dar, it’s not funny.”
“I know, I know. I j...” Dar reached inside her briefcase, and her fingers touched a thick sheaf of paper she didn’t remember putting inside. She looked into the case. “What the heck is that?”
“What?”
Dar removed the papers and stared at them in utter disbelief.
“Dar?”
Dar looked at her. “Did you put this in here?”
Hearing the tension in Dar’s voice, Kerry pulled the car over.
“Me? Of course not. What is it? The only thing I put in your case this morning was your laptop, because you asked me to.”
Dar thumbed the sheaf, the soft rustle of paper sounding loud in the car. “It’s the data I gave your father.”