time.
“Tony that was thirty one years ago, forgive her, move on, get a grip. Jeez,” Rocky might as well talk to a cardboard box. “Oh, did your mother, by any chance, have any money to take the bus or taxi, or maybe I should rephrase that, did you take her to the bank so she could get cash?We won't count that she has to walk a mile and a half either way to the bus stop, carrying her books,” Rocky continued her day-mare.
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I took her three weeks ago. She doesn’t have any cash right now, ‘cause last Monday, I borrowed it to get beer, I was out,” Tony has adjusted his two hundred-dollar tie perfectly. He smiled at himself in the mirror.
“Oh my God, I can’t believe you, and your brother are so mean to that poor woman. I’ll take her to the bank before I go to work. And, what are you doing this morning?” Rocky asked, with as much sarcasm as she can manage at the moment.
“I’m going to work. I work for a living, I pay the rent, I buy the food, I pay the electric bill, I buy the car insurance, I buy the gas for your car,” Tony began his usual rant.
Tony continued, “My Mother produces nothing for society, I do.”
“Your Mother is retired, after working since she was sixteen. She owes society nothing. She is stamped paid in full. Well, you dream on, Tony, I work for a living, too. You know very well who actually makes this place run. I’m going, do not worry about your mother, I’ll take care of her,” Rocky turned away and walked to the doorway.
"I knew you would."She heard Tony mumble as she moved into the hallway. “You do that, bitch,” Tony’s parting shot to his wife.
She was running from Tony, when she awoke with a start.
* * *
Rocky awakened with her arms failing and the hot breathe of Phoebe wafting into her ear. Rocky had been dreaming of the last day of her marriage and now she was cold and anxious. Trying to return to reality, she hurried to check the instruments. Everything remained in normal mode handled with precision by the autopilot. She reassured the dogs that she was also back to normal mode though the sick feeling of her ex-husband being close by would not leave the cockpit for some miles.
Even cold, the grilled cheese sandwiches were delicious. She shared with the dogs and they had a big Milk Bone biscuit as they flew along. If it were not for all the interesting glaciers on the way Rocky would be getting bored with all the miles of mountains and trees. After lunch, the hardest part of flying was staying awake in the warm cockpit. She was terrified that the boredom would put her back to dreaming. She rolled both windows down for awhile till the feeling was gone.
“A dream is a wish your heart makes song is all wrong, I sure as hell didn’t wish that day for myself,” she thought.
She switched off the autopilot and flew manual the rest of the day.
The traffic of small planes was increasing; they were approaching the more populous part of British Columbia with many flight seeing tours, commuter jets and an Air Canada jumbo momentarily sharing her flight level. Rocky calculated they should be on the ground in Powell River in forty-five minutes. The weather report was still hanging in good as gold. She was thankful for that.
While paying attention to what was flying around her, Rocky stowed gear and garbage in the bin behind the seat.
The dogs were linked to their seat belts in prep for landing.
Powell River was a busy airport this time of day, and Rocky’s plane was put into a holding pattern out over the water for forty minutes as she waited for her turn to land.
Phoebe was starting to get anxious, she probably had to relieve herself and she was not the only one who needed to pee. The dogs had been good on this long leg, though they will be happy for a chase with a ball anywhere they could play.
It was their turn in line for the runway, and they were down in no time at all. The ground controller assigned them a spot on the
“Tony that was thirty one years ago, forgive her, move on, get a grip. Jeez,” Rocky might as well talk to a cardboard box. “Oh, did your mother, by any chance, have any money to take the bus or taxi, or maybe I should rephrase that, did you take her to the bank so she could get cash?We won't count that she has to walk a mile and a half either way to the bus stop, carrying her books,” Rocky continued her day-mare.
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I took her three weeks ago. She doesn’t have any cash right now, ‘cause last Monday, I borrowed it to get beer, I was out,” Tony has adjusted his two hundred-dollar tie perfectly. He smiled at himself in the mirror.
“Oh my God, I can’t believe you, and your brother are so mean to that poor woman. I’ll take her to the bank before I go to work. And, what are you doing this morning?” Rocky asked, with as much sarcasm as she can manage at the moment.
“I’m going to work. I work for a living, I pay the rent, I buy the food, I pay the electric bill, I buy the car insurance, I buy the gas for your car,” Tony began his usual rant.
Tony continued, “My Mother produces nothing for society, I do.”
“Your Mother is retired, after working since she was sixteen. She owes society nothing. She is stamped paid in full. Well, you dream on, Tony, I work for a living, too. You know very well who actually makes this place run. I’m going, do not worry about your mother, I’ll take care of her,” Rocky turned away and walked to the doorway.
"I knew you would."She heard Tony mumble as she moved into the hallway. “You do that, bitch,” Tony’s parting shot to his wife.
She was running from Tony, when she awoke with a start.
* * *
Rocky awakened with her arms failing and the hot breathe of Phoebe wafting into her ear. Rocky had been dreaming of the last day of her marriage and now she was cold and anxious. Trying to return to reality, she hurried to check the instruments. Everything remained in normal mode handled with precision by the autopilot. She reassured the dogs that she was also back to normal mode though the sick feeling of her ex-husband being close by would not leave the cockpit for some miles.
Even cold, the grilled cheese sandwiches were delicious. She shared with the dogs and they had a big Milk Bone biscuit as they flew along. If it were not for all the interesting glaciers on the way Rocky would be getting bored with all the miles of mountains and trees. After lunch, the hardest part of flying was staying awake in the warm cockpit. She was terrified that the boredom would put her back to dreaming. She rolled both windows down for awhile till the feeling was gone.
“A dream is a wish your heart makes song is all wrong, I sure as hell didn’t wish that day for myself,” she thought.
She switched off the autopilot and flew manual the rest of the day.
The traffic of small planes was increasing; they were approaching the more populous part of British Columbia with many flight seeing tours, commuter jets and an Air Canada jumbo momentarily sharing her flight level. Rocky calculated they should be on the ground in Powell River in forty-five minutes. The weather report was still hanging in good as gold. She was thankful for that.
While paying attention to what was flying around her, Rocky stowed gear and garbage in the bin behind the seat.
The dogs were linked to their seat belts in prep for landing.
Powell River was a busy airport this time of day, and Rocky’s plane was put into a holding pattern out over the water for forty minutes as she waited for her turn to land.
Phoebe was starting to get anxious, she probably had to relieve herself and she was not the only one who needed to pee. The dogs had been good on this long leg, though they will be happy for a chase with a ball anywhere they could play.
It was their turn in line for the runway, and they were down in no time at all. The ground controller assigned them a spot on the
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