Chapter 76

“Once again, you’re reading my mind, babe,” I said, and picked up my cell phone and made a couple of calls. Flipping the phone shut after the second call, I added, “We’re all set for Memorial Day.”

On the Friday of the Memorial Day weekend, Philip and I were at the airport half an hour or so before the others were due to arrive, as I wanted to check the plane out thoroughly. I hadn’t flown it since the shooting, although I’d allowed a couple of people I knew to take it up to keep it in regular use. Just as I completed my inspection, the gang arrived, and we were soon in the air. Lance had been left at home this trip.

When I was finally able to turn the flying over to Homer, which was what I called the autopilot, I looked at Philip, who was sitting in the copilot’s seat, and said, “Too bad we can’t repeat what we did last Memorial Day weekend at this point.”

“Once was enough,” he said. “Besides, there isn’t any room this time.”