August 9th, 1989
Girls’ flat, Hampton Hill
My voice is hoarse from all the talking I did tonight, here at the girls’ flat, where I’m staying, in preparation for standby that starts five hours from now!
“He’s a total dreamboat”, Kimberly sighed, when I mentioned David’s name.
“Aye, but he’s American,” Lorna said in a huffy tone.
“What’s wrong with that?” Asked Meryl.
Lorna continued. “I think Karen would be more suited to a European guy, maybe a Frenchman. Or a sexy Spaniard.”
I cleared my throat. “Eh, I’m still here and I can hear you.”
“Aye well you know what I mean.”
“Not really,” I said.
“Uff, the yanks,” Lorna continued. “Let’s face it, they’re full of hot air.”
“Wow Lorna, in your what? Twenty-eight years? You’ve met every American. Now that’s impressive.” She scowled at me and stuck out her tongue.
“What else did he say in his letter?” Asked Kimberly.
“He said he loved our time together in Delhi and is looking forward to showing me around LA.”
“How exciting,” Meryl said, rubbing her hands together. “When are you going?”
“I have no idea. It’s not a TriStar route as you know, so…”
Kimberly interjected. “You should just buy a ticket and go and see him.”
I smiled. “Oh, trust me, I’d love to, but I don’t have any leave at the moment. Or money for that matter.”
Lorna stood up. “Oh for God sake, listen to the three of you. He needs to come here and see Karen, not the other way around.”
Meryl waved her hand at Lorna. “I think LA will be a lot more exciting than London.”
“It won’t be long before we get licensed to fly on the Jumbo,” Kimberly said. “After that we’ll be able to request LA trips. I heard it’s fantastic.”
“Me too. As soon as we can fly on the seven four, we should all request the same LA trip. I think that would be absolutely brilliant,” Meryl said, sounding much more Scottish than usual.
“Och, you lot,” Lorna said. “He’s just another guy. There’s plenty of fish in the sea you know.”
“Maybe, but compared to David, they’re all mingers,” piped Kimberly.
Meryl looked at me with a dreamy look in her eye. “Is he really that good looking?”
Kimberly answered. “Gorgeous. Gorgeous. Gorgeous.”
Lorna took an exaggerated step backwards. “Are you sure it’s no you that’s falling in love with him Kimberly?”
Kimberly let out a nervous laugh. “Karen saw him first.”
I glared at her. “And he obviously liked her,” she continued. “He was in the galley for ages chatting her up.”
“He wasn’t chatting me up.”
“Oh yes he was and you were giving it right back.”
She nodded her head yes. “And you were buzzin after he went back to his seat.”
Meryl let out a sigh. “He sounds amazing, Karen. I’m so glad he wrote to you.”
“Thanks Meryl, I am too. I guess my brazen move with the note paid off,” I laughed.
Lorna plopped down on the couch beside Meryl. “Aye, well they’re all bloody amazing in the beginning, aren’t they? Then before you know it, it all goes to pot.”
We stared at Lorna. She had a huge smirk on her face and put her hands up in a gesture of surrender.
“Of course I could be wrong,” she said in a way that threw us into fits of laughter.