July 8th, 1990

July 8th, 1990

Night flight from JFK – LGW

Short crew rest as we wing our way home, across the Atlantic.

Thought about ringing Christopher this morning to see if he was free for lunch but decided against it and went for a walk instead. The city was teeming with tourists, dressed in patriotic t-shirts, purchased no doubt to celebrate the fourth. There were more families than usual with frazzled looking dads attempting to decipher oversized maps and nervous looking mums holding the kids a little too close.

When I got back to my room (ah, air conditioning!) the message light was flashing, which usually indicates a delay but this time, it was David.

“Just calling to say hi, sorry I missed you. Call me at work if you can.”

Those were all the words I needed to hear.

“Hi, it’s me.”

“Hi me,” he laughed. “How’s your day going?”

“Really well, thanks. I’ve just been people watching.”

“And?”

“Fascinating. As always.”

“Did you imagine writing about some of them?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “How did you know?”

“I pay attention.”

“Seems you do. So, how are you getting on at work today?”

“I just spent an hour on the phone with Delhi trying to put out a few fires and…”

“Please don’t tell me you have to go to India.”

“I might,” he said, quietly.

“Noooooo.”

“I’ll know for sure tomorrow.”

“Will you let me know?”

“Of course. If you want, you can stay at my place next week.”

“Wouldn’t that be weird if you aren’t there?”

“Not for me,” he laughed

“Ugh, I really hope you don’t have to go. I’ve been so looking forward to seeing you.”

“Same here.”

“I’m going to keep my fingers crossed that whatever the problem is gets resolved and you don’t have to fly, how many miles? Just to sort it out.”

“It’s like eight thousand, maybe a little less.”

“That’s mental.”

He laughed. “Great expression. Listen, I’m sorry but I have a meeting I need to get to so why don’t I call you tomorrow?”

“Ok, what time?”

“If I call before I leave for the office that’ll be, what, three in the afternoon for you?”

“Yeah, that sounds about…” I stopped when I heard someone in the background calling his name.

“Sorry, I have to go. I’ll call you tomorrow. Have a safe flight home.”

“Bye,” I uttered, but he was already gone.

 

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