The Saint (Wildside #6) by Melanie Jackson

Author:Melanie Jackson
Language: por
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

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Adora and her new pink coat walked into the small hangar behind Kris. The only occupant was a pudgy single-engine aircraft painted the same bright red as her childhood wagon. In spite of Kris's oft-repeated need for haste, she approached it slowly and unenthusiastically.

"What is that?" she demanded—meaning, Where's the jet?

"That's an Aeronca Chief—quite an anachronism in this digital age. Just look at the control panel!" Kris threw open the door. Adora peered in and had to admit that her old Volkswagen Bug had had more dials. In fact, so had her fourth-grade soapbox-derby entry. The plane was also equipped with a bench seat that reminded her of her father's '57 Chevy. Very cute.

But she still didn't like it.

"Very nice. But, Kris, I think I mentioned before that I don't like small planes."

"I know, but we have little choice. Roadblocks are up, and I had to send the others off in the jet as a decoy. Understand, the rebels are trying to topple Molybdenum. If they succeed there will be a bloodbath. There are parties—short-sighted and stupid—who would see this as an excellent time for something to happen to us. Anyway, you've nothing to worry about. She's easy to handle, safe as can be.

It only took me a couple of hours to learn to fly her." Kris took Adora's arm and vigorously assisted her into the plane when she failed to move on her own. "And this little lady is a complete wolf in sheep's clothing. My nephew, Jack, has tweaked the engine so she's a real screamer."

"So am I," Adora muttered, but she let Kris help her inside. As he climbed in after her and reached for the ignition key, she said, "Can you wait a sec? I need to meditate a bit."

"Sorry, no time." Kris glanced out the hangar doors. "We have company, and I can't know of what persuasion."

He reached for the keys and Adora tensed. A part of her began to whimper. He didn't understand: She needed time to get ready! This plane was much smaller than the Storch. It was stupid to get so freaked out, she knew, but hell, for a while after her mother's death she had even been afraid of her car.

Sometimes she would look down at her hands clenched on the wheel of her Honda and wonder if there wasn't some part of her that was like her mother. Certainly there were days when she felt as lost and wanted an easy way out.

But you never did it. And you aren't driving, anyway, so quit panicking before you pee your pants.

Joy's voice was sharp, a kind of mental slap in the face. It slowed Adora's hysteria.

No. You're right.

And those days were less frequent now. She didn't need the little white pills anymore, those tablets of indifference the doctor had given her when she was unable to eat or sleep or work. In fact, they made her quite sick these days—even the sight of them.

Sick? They made you despise yourself for being weak.

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