“I like the way you think!”
“So what do you say? Let’s give the Pacific Clipper its proper place in history!”
“If it were up to me and me alone, I would say, why not. But there
are the rest of the guys to consider. If I can get Rod and the others
to chime in, with their side of the story, well then what the hell,” he
knows that historical month-long flight needs to be told! It may as
well be done right, by the people who lived it. “What a bunch they
were. I can tell you things . . . . well maybe not. We’ll have to leave
some things out. These guys have to face their families.”
“More stories of passionate native women along the way, no doubt?”
“I’m not going to say anything else. We’ll let Brownie and the other
guys decide whether they stick their necks out or not. Come to think
of it, none of the crew ever found out that Sara turned up alive.
Maybe it is best if we end the story at the LaGuardia harbor. Yeah, I
seen some of them here and there in the meantime, but we do not
want to stir up any more controversy than we already have.”
“Great points! I like the way you think.” She gets fired up at the
start of each project. Once the commitment is made, it is usually full
steam ahead, usually. “But, we aren’t going to start any project until
we have Sara’s life straightened out.”
Another person has entered the room, in time to hear her name.
“Did I hear my name?”
“SARA!!!!!! Oh, honey, where on earth have you been?” That
worldly reference, perhaps contrasting where she may have been
recently was a Freudian slip.
“What do you mean? I just stepped out for a few minutes, needed
to walk off a sore calf. I stretched it a bit doing a double reverse
Lyn wants to inform Sara that a minute in her world is seven days
anywhere else, but the reference to dancing and the fact that she was
still wearing leotards and slippers, what would be the use?