After we landed, the woman finished taping and said, “This is Samantha Ringold, on the site of the massive volcanic eruption, now back safely after this exciting rescue. All credit due to the pilot and Sam Blake for their part in this daring save.”
She walked away to applause. Auntie went off in an ambulance. I was all ready to turn and go back, but M told me no; he had good reasons, too. There weren’t any other copters ready, and both this one and I were about out of allowable hours for the day. I went in the bathroom and cried, and I had no idea why. I drove home, and the house was empty. Where was my houseboy, I mean, host, when I needed a shoulder to cry on?