horrified. "We don't need a hospital. We need a beer and a shower."
I wasn't going to
argue. I had no desire to step inside a hospital, and Bill seemed, almost
miraculously, to have snapped out of his strangeness. The crew arranged to take
us to a hotel.
We gave up trying
to talk. Someone pulled out box lunches. Bill took a bite of a sandwich and
smiled. "It's tuna. We finally caught a fish."
I picked up an
apple and decided, in a year's time, to fast for 11 days.
The sunset faded,
and a few sparkling lights appeared below us.
at 7:15. Another hour."
I leaned back
against the seat, assuaged by the rumble and the vibration. Finally we slowed
and descended. It seemed we were still 50 feet above the ground when the crew
member who seemed the most easygoing opened the door, grabbed some white
chocks, and jumped. Horror and numbness ran through me. Then I saw the top of
his head. I turned to Bill, laughing. "You should see your face. Close your
mouth. We're on the ground."
He was furious.
"Who are you laughing at? I heard you gasp. You thought he'd jumped,
The pilot greeted
us. I said, "That was a hell of a smooth landing."