Selene
Copyright© 2022 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 66
I almost lost it instantly ... a facial struggle, I’m sure. If he hadn’t been so flabbergasted I know he’d have seen me ‘striving mightly with the devil’ to keep my face straight. I didn’t make it.
Abby reached over and slapped me on the back just as I began to gurgle.
“Swallowed wrong,” I gasped. “Do that once in awhile,” I said.
Abby whacked me a good one, again.
“Better?” she asked.
“Yes, thanks,” I said.
Brown shoe asked, “You okay?”
“I’m fine,” I said.
“Maybe you should sit down.”
Abby led me over to a landing strut and helped me to sit on a wheel.
“You’re awfully red in the face,” she said, “Put your head between your knees.”
To top it all off, she said, “You’re not pregnant are you?”
I choked.
“Give me your keys,” she said.
“Gawd amighty, Abby ... that was brilliant ... sending him after my car like that.”
Lansing Municipal will never be the same:
Franklin’s Cessna Sales and Service is gone ... that huge hangar and associated rest area is grass. The runway is gone and so is the duck pond. There’s a recent concrete runway laid over the old pond. Lansing is now Capitol Region International and the southern most northern airport in the Princessapalities half of the Michigan mitten.