March 28th, 1991

March 28th, 1991

At home, England

The minute we were on the crew bus, Andy mouthed, “Did Richard ask you out?”

I shook my head no.

“Why not?”

“I’ll tell you later,” I whispered, aware of the close proximity of the crew.

Once we were back at TriStar House, Andy said we needed to end the trip with, “Something stodgy from the cafeteria,” otherwise he’d never speak to me again!

“I just want to get home,” I groaned. “And I’m not hungry. Aren’t you tired?”

“Stop acting like an old woman,” he barked. “We need to talk!”

Over tea and hot cross buns, I half listened as Andy fired off a dozen questions about what happened with Richard.

“Are you done?” I said, awed by his level of energy after such a long night flight.

He nodded yes. “Oooh, can I have the rest of that?”

“Help yourself,” I said, feeling my eyelids droop as I pushed my plate towards him.

“Wake up,” he yelled.  “I need answers!”

“You are soooo annoying.”

“I know but you still love me. So, did you sleep with him?”


“Why not?”

I rolled my eyes. “Because I didn’t, ok?”

“So, if you didn’t sleep with him, then what happened?”
“We met his crew at The Compass Rose, had way too many cocktails, then we went back to my room and-”

Andy gestured for me to, “Hurry up!”
Just to annoy him, I spoke very slowly. “We stayed up half the night.”

Andy leaned across the table and pretended to hold a microphone to my mouth. “Tell me,” he said, mimicking a French accent. “Tell me what you did in the ‘otel room.”

“We talked.”

“Talked?” he shrieked.

“Yes. You know that thing civilized people do, not you obviously-”

“Very funny,” he chuckled. “But I need more on why you didn’t shag him.”

“We have an understanding.”

Andy gave me a questioning look and stuffed the remains of the bun into his mouth. “Go on,” he mumbled.

“Richard has said, on more than one occasion, that he knows my heart is elsewhere and he feels I’m not ready for, what he calls, ‘something meaningful,’ but if that changes he made it quite clear he’ll be there.”

Andy gasped and I laughed. “Why are you so interested?”

“It’s obvious he really likes you and to be honest, I like the way you’re yourself around him. I thought you might have slept with him but I’ll take your word for it!”

“Andy, you witnessed us together for all of ten minutes.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he said. “I’m good at reading people.”

“What are you? The flying love guru?”

“Hush,” he said. “I just don’t want you to miss out on something lovely because you’re still trying to get over, what was the guy in LA called?”


“Love that name. You get what I’m saying, right?”

“I do, yes.”

“So, just do me a favour and keep your options open. It can’t hurt. Richard is a really nice bloke and in case you forgot, he’s also a pilot.”

“I don’t care about that!”

“I know but I do,” he chuckled. “Anyway, just keep the door open, yeah? For me? Your favourite person in the world to fly with!”

“Keep believing that,” I teased.

He stood up and stretched. “You ready to hit the road?”

“More than ready,” I yawned.

“I hope we fly together again soon and when we do, you better have some juicy love gossip to share.”

I doubt it!












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