Spellbinder
“ACROSS THE ROOM, her father was levering himself forward in the room’s only easy chair, ready to rise to his feet. “I think we’d better be going, Denise. Our plane leaves in an hour and forty minutes. How long does it take to get to the airport from here?”
“About a half hour, at this time of the day.” She looked at her father, asking, “I thought you had an airplane—a company airplane.”
Elton answered the question: “We do. But it’s in the shop. Every hundred hours, it has to be checked. It’s the law.”
“So we came courtesy of United,” Holloway said, speaking in his deep, rich voice, falsely hearty. In reply, she nodded and smiled, realizing that, yes, her nod and her smile were as false as her father’s. During the past half hour, ever since her mother emerged from the bathroom, makeup restored, the four of them had been sitting like strangers in a public waiting room, exchanging small talk.
“We probably should have chartered an airplane,” Elton said. “But at least Hertz had a limo for u...s, and a driver.MoreLess
“About a half hour, at this time of the day.” She looked at her father, asking, “I thought you had an airplane—a company airplane.”
Elton answered the question: “We do. But it’s in the shop. Every hundred hours, it has to be checked. It’s the law.”
“So we came courtesy of United,” Holloway said, speaking in his deep, rich voice, falsely hearty. In reply, she nodded and smiled, realizing that, yes, her nod and her smile were as false as her father’s. During the past half hour, ever since her mother emerged from the bathroom, makeup restored, the four of them had been sitting like strangers in a public waiting room, exchanging small talk.
“We probably should have chartered an airplane,” Elton said. “But at least Hertz had a limo for u...s, and a driver.MoreLess
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