Chapter 14: Benvenuti?

“On the plane again. Look, aren’t we brave? We’re on the plane again,” Harper sang.

Reesa, sitting beside them in the same seat she’d occupied for the truncated flight to New Orleans, poked them.

“What gives?”

Reesa used her stylus pen to gesture toward Myko, who’d been wrapped up in his laptop for most of the flight. His only ‘breaks’ in the nine hours since they’d boarded were devoted to speaking with her, partly to make work requests, but mostly to ensure she was still comfortable with their return to air travel.

“Myko’s lost to us right now,” Harper said. “And even if he wasn’t, I’m sure he'd appreciate my performance.”

Reesa was suddenly enthralled by the patterns on her six-year-old dress.

“Everyone’s a critic,” Harper said. “Too bad it’s just the three of us. I bet Serena would’ve appreciated my talent.” They then went back to the mind map they were drawing on their legal pad.

“You’ve hit the ground running with Dominique's Delights, huh?”