Chapter 3

I dressed in business casual, and as I was leaving, got a call from the moving company that my truck would be arriving by train, so it will be a bit later than the rest of my things. They would be here by the end of the week.

Edna was my host at breakfast. I ordered eggs, bacon, toast, and coffee. “So, are there any interesting characters I’m going to meet during my career here?”

She took off her readers and folded them. “Watch out for the Edmond brothers. One flies a plane, the other a helicopter. Nice as pie one on one; ruthless as rabid skunks when paired up. Then there’s Cyrus. He’s a float plane man. Nuttier than a fruitcake, but a nicer person doesn’t exist.”

I wondered at the contradiction, but took it at face value. “You’ll meet your share of Eastern Air pilots coming and going. A few will be in to check you out.” She smiled and winked at me.