October 26th, 1990

October 26th, 1990

At home, England

Somewhere during the middle part of last night’s fourteen (ish) hour flight, Richard appeared in the galley.

“Arrrgggghhh, who’s flying the plane?” I shrieked as quietly as possible, which I have to say is not the easiest thing to do!

Richard rolled his eyes but I did see a small smirk.

“Sorry,” I continued. “I’m sure you’ve heard that a million times before but I couldn’t resist.”

“Actually, I don’t usually venture downstairs much.”

“Bloody pilots!” I laughed.

“How are you feeling now?”

“Much, much better thank you. The Resolve saved the day. And the water. And the food. Oh yeah and the trashy mag perked me right up.”

“Happy to be of assistance,” he smiled. “How are the passengers tonight?”

“Mostly very nice.”

“Is that because they’re mostly asleep?”

“You got it!”

From the other end of the galley, Jo was sitting on the jump seat, staring at the same page of the Vogue magazine she’d been looking at since Richard came into the galley, leading me to believe she wasn’t actually reading!

“Do you have time for a chat?” Richard asked.

“Uh-huh, I think Jo and I have this cabin under control while the others are on crew rest. Right Jo?”

“Sorted,” she smiled.

I looked at Richard. “Fancy a cup of tea?”

“Oh, yes please,” he said enthusiastically. Jo glanced over and gave me “a look.”

“Tea, Jo?”

“No thanks,” she uttered, still on the same page.

I looked at Richard. “We don’t have posh tea like you’re used to up there,” I teased, motioning upstairs.

“Then I don’t want any,” he said, sounding very serious.


“No,” he smiled. “I’m just joking.”

“It’s difficult to tell with you.”

“I must confess, I’ve been accused more than once of not being the most expressive chap.”

Richard made small talk with Jo while I made the tea, then we sat on the jump seat.

“Thank you for this,” he said, taking a sip. “It’s not lychee, is it?”

I cracked up laughing. “Ugh, never again!”

“It was rather fun though, wouldn’t you agree?”

“It really was.”

“By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask. How’s your chap in LA?”

“He’s fine. He just moved into a new place on the beach that I’ve yet to see.”

“Have you talked to him recently?”

“Not since I’ve been away on this trip.”

Not since I left not one but two crazy messages on his voicemail at the office!

“When are you heading back his way?”

“Actually, I have a request trip, so I’ll be there for Thanksgiving.”

“Splendid! You’ll need a huge appetite for that.”

I laughed. “Yes, I heard there’s a lot of food.”

“It’s all quite wonderful, really,” he said, wistfully. “I rather enjoy America.”

“Me too,” I smiled, thinking about David.

“Would I be correct in assuming, given that it’s Thanksgiving, that this will be a meet the family sort of trip?”

“Uh-huh,” I uttered, feeling slightly awkward. I stood up and glanced at Jo. “Karen,” she said, clearly reading my expression. “I think it’s time we did a juice round, don’t you?”

“Definitely,” I said.

“Thank you for the tea, ladies, see you when we land,” Richard said, disappearing through the curtain.

“Oh dear,” Jo uttered. “Somebody’s got it bad.”

I gave her a questioning look.

“Can’t you tell?”

“Kind of, yeah,” I sighed. “I like him though, he’s really sweet.”

“To be honest with you, and I’m not the only one on the crew who thinks this..”

“Wait! You’ve been talking about us?”
“Oh yeah,” she continued. “The rumours have been flying. No pun intended.”

“Shit! Are you serious?”

She nodded yes. “To be honest with you, we all think you’re well matched.”

“That’s ridiculous,” I said. “He’s totally not my type. Besides, I have a boyfriend in LA.”

“Oh puleez,” she groaned. “Get real!”


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