Secret Passages by R D Hathaway

Author:R D Hathaway [Hathaway, R D]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780578680026
Publisher: RD Hathaway Books
Published: 2020-05-26T22:00:00+00:00

London, UK

VI - 4

“Angie, wake up. We’re about to land.”

“Gosh, I hardly slept a wink.” Angie sat forward and rubbed her eyes. “I’m going to wash up. Can we still do that?”

“Yeah, I gave you fair warning. I was up a few minutes ago.”

When Angie returned, they reviewed their notes and maps. As the aircraft banked into slow turns approaching the runway, the women gazed out the window at the sights below. They gathered their belongings and tried to wake up. Angie removed a map from her purse and pointed out key locations in London. Names, addresses, and phone numbers were written on the margins of the map.

“This is good. It’ll be fun so see what things really look like after studying them in print,” Rennie said.

Walking down the concourse and through Terminal Three to get their luggage, they paused to see unique displays in the shops and observe the people going by. They giggled and pointed at everything new.

The other passengers were an international fashion show. Men, women, and children from all over the world reminded them that Iowa was far away. Rennie clasped her hands in delight.

“Angie, I’ll bet Matthias was amazed with his travel experience.”

“Yeah, but it took him a little longer to arrive. We got into a silver bullet, closed our eyes, and here we are. That’s a shock!”

They stopped at a bank and exchanged some money. With luggage in hand, they asked for directions to the “tube” for transit into London. Soon, they were on the train to the city.

“I hope we have a nice hotel,” Angie mused. “It’s small, near the British Museum, in an area called Bloomsbury.”

“No kidding. That’s the area where Matthias lived while he was there. Way to go!”

“We need to get off at the Holborn Station, and then I don’t know how far it is to the hotel. On the map, it’s about two inches. It might be longer on foot.”

Arriving at the station, they rode the long escalator up to ground level. In a few minutes they were at the hotel. Rennie got out of the cab and gasped. The British Museum was across the street.

“This feels so weird. Matthias may have walked down this same street on his way to work or while he was out for a walk.”

“Rennie, did it ever occur to you that you could have said the same thing at Simpson?”

“Oh, my gosh. No, it never occurred to me. He wasn’t real to me except now, here in London.”

They admired the Georgian exteriors of the well-kept row of houses, inns, and shops.

“Angie, I can’t believe we’re here,” Rennie said. “Let’s get checked in. I need to level out for a few minutes.”

They struggled to enter the building with their luggage and rang a bell on a small counter in the lobby of what must have once been a large home. The building had been updated but maintained a dignified, old-world quality. A garden terrace in the back of the home provided a tranquil retreat from the busy streets.

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