Chapter 32
Jon was staring out the window. Thinking. Reflecting.
“Excuse me, sir.”
Buddy and Jon both looked up at the young man standing next to them. It was the third flight attendant, Collin.
“I am sorry to bother you,” the young man continued, “but are you Buddy?”
“He most definitely is,” Jon said before Buddy could answer.
They all smiled.
“What can I do for you, young man? Is that Miss Sofia driving you like a rented mule?” Buddy asked, still smiling.
“What?! Umm. Oh . . . no. No, sir. Sofia's great.”
“You're darn tootin' she is.”
Collin regained his composure. “Actually, it was Sofia that said I should speak with you. Do you mind if I ask you a question?”
“Anything for Miss Sofia, young man. But you have to do something for me first.”
Collin was taken back but pensively said, “Okay.”
“You gotta tell us your name. You know I'm Buddy and this here's my good friend, Jon. And you are?”
“Uhh, Collin. My name's Collin. Sorry. All of the bantering confused me.”
“Welcome to my planet, son. So, Collin, pleasure to meet you. Now fire away, figuratively, of course.”
Collin took a breath and regained his composure.
“I'd like to ask you the same question I asked her. You see, I am fresh out of flight attendant training and—”
“A foal just getting his legs! I'd never have guessed.”
“Buddy,” Jon butted in, sternly, “You need to stop interrupting the poor guy.”
Everything froze.
For a second.
“Just thought I'd give you a little critical feedback,” Jon grinned.
“And I needed it,” Buddy ...
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