Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #277
…How can a person disappear with nary trace and then show up six years later, without knowing what had gone on in the intervening years… six blankety-blank years…
Properly fueled and inspected, Bob Ford & Carolyn Hanes are soon winging their way across the country. The early part of the flight is spent catching up on things. That is easy. Bob works. Lyn works. So tales of working are swapped, which for a pilot and a writer, not entirely dull or uninteresting. Lyn has a first draft of her current C. C. Private Eye book, still untitled to give Bob Ford. Ford gives her the only copy of his diary about the final “Pacific” Clipper flight, hoping that Lyn would find it interesting enough to pen, which is a given.
Later, after Lyn had gotten her crack in the pilot’s seat of the gage-strewn cockpit, spelling Ford who had come to New York via Toronto for his load of film, risking his certification by flying into LaGuardia without a co-pilot or navigator, the real reason for this junket is discussed.
“How can a person disappear with nary trace and then show up six years later, without knowing what had gone on in the intervening years… six blankety-blank years, Bob? Like they didn’t happen? That is the kind of fiction that I cannot fathom.” Dumbfounding a writer is hard to do. “Did you say they told you that she was wearing the same dress as when she vanished? You would think that puff of smoke would have been that man in the navy blue suit.”
“You remember that?”
“Oh, yes and the brand of perfume and how she had her hair fixed. Did they take a picture of her, you know, when they first found her?”
“I believe so. I guess we’ll find out in a few hours.”
“I’m going to lie down in back, this messes up my mind and I need to be fresh.”
“There is a cot, but at 25,000 feet, you’ll need a few blankets. I’ll wake you when I make my approach to Holloman AFB. Wanna land this thing?”
“We’ll see, Bob.”