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martinis out there in wonderland?” she shot back with a slight edge to her tone.
    “Not yet, but get a couple of martinis ready for  lunch tomorrow, if your boss will let you break away from the rat race for the afternoon,” Max retorted.
    “I am the boss, you goof-ball, and don’t you forget it!” Maggie mocked.  “Why, what’s up?” she queried.  Max filled Maggie in on the extent of Chip’s latest request and he was glad to hear that she had no un-breakable appointments or plans. She told Max that she could get away for 3-4 days if needed.
    With the plans made, the two chatted until the cell connection faded. While Max completed his trek back to his apartment, Maggie made arrangements with Jessie, her secretary, to take calls and ‘watch the store’ for her while she was out of town from Friday afternoon until the following Tuesday.
    At 7:15 Friday morning Max arrived at the USAP boathouse on Black Bottom Lake to meet with Brad for a run-through on the DHC2 floatplane.  He left the runabout at the hangar entrance and had walked with his backpack and overnight bag to the lakefront.
    As he entered the boathouse he could see that the boathouse lake doors had been opened and Brad was inside the cockpit of the plane with the pilot side door open. He waved Max over onto the pontoon step to watch him go through the pre-start sequence.  They each hopped around, stepping on the pontoons, to inspect the aircraft surfaces and controls and Brad handed over the kneeboard checklist for Max to follow as he set the controls and adjustments in the cockpit. Once ready to start he instructed Max to throw off the mooring lines and he moved over to the co-pilot’s seat. Max stepped up into the pilot’s seat.
    Once having strapped himself in, Max nodded his readiness to Brad and activated the start switch.  The whine sounds echoed through the boathouse as the propeller ground around for a few full rotations and the powerful nine-cylinder radial engine roared into life spewing a cloud of blue- gray smoke to the rear. They taxied out on the lake and, after noting the wind direction as indicated by the weather vane atop the boathouse, Max turned the airplane into the wind, lowered the wing flaps and pushed the throttle to full.  With the roar of the engine and the battering of the water against the hollow metal pontoons rattling in his ears, Max could feel the heavy six-passenger aircraft lift and vibrate as the floats began to plane across the water surface. Three seconds later as the speed increased, the wings took over and they lifted off into the relative smoothness of the air.
    After a loop around the Lakeside neighborhood, Max maneuvered the float plane into the wind and descended in a slow glide onto the lake surface.  He taxied the Beaver DCH2 over to the boat house and, with the engine at idle, drifted up to the inside dock.
    “I think you’ve got a handle on her Max,” Brad said. “If you have any problems or questions, call in. I’ll be around here until next Wednesday.  Your flight plan is logged in round trip to Saint John’s, Nova Scotia, via Tweed Airport in New Haven.  She’s gassed up and ready to go. Bon voyage.” Max nodded his thanks and Brad exited through the rear passenger door and stepped up onto the boathouse dock.  He pushed the floatplane backwards along the dock by hand, and then using a 12 ft. docking pole, until Max turned the plane with the rudder controls.  Once clear, Max throttled–up and took off in the same direction as before.  The Beaver rose into the morning sky and Max turned it to a 120 degree heading, climbing up to altitude on the way to Old Lyme, on the Connecticut coast.

Chapter 7
    Maggie had gotten up early on this Friday morning of her Nova Scotia trip with Max. As Max had suggested, she packed some cool weather attire along with the usual travel accessories in a carry-on bag. She was having breakfast when her cell phone jangled to the tune of “Me and Maggie