Chapter 17. Tom’s Thumb
Finals over, Doctor Manga and his staff looked at the image she created from a blank canvas, talked to her at length in the middle of a classroom of other students who needed make-up testing. The written sections were long, but she knew every answer.
Four hours later, she was back at the Wizard, a great weight off her soul while she traced her fingers over the computer and built-in phone charger that Tom would put his mobile phone in and then forget where he put the electronic equipment.
Kaylee sat on the sofa and pondered, her mind she thought would be clear with the finals test over. Was as conflicted as anyone ever could be.
*Ugh. One one hand, he was the most wonderful person I have ever met, all that history on the net even stands up for him.* She rubbed her forehead. *But he is not Glenn, and I have a life to live on my own.*
“Ugh!” The scream and clenched fists, and she felt no better.
She gave herself a five-minute cry and a few minutes to recover. After she caught her breath, Kaylee walked to her car to drive to the bar and ask if she could get her job back. She hated to go in and beg with her bottom lip poked out and her hat in hand. If that would not work, she knew that another pub down the street that had just opened, only they had already staffed up their positions. It would be difficult to talk her way into the next pub if they had no open positions.
But in the next few minutes, all the plans of job-hunting would soon be forgotten.
The moment she walked out of the metal hanger, her cell phone started ringing. The number was the same one on the business card that Lettie, the owner and driver of the limousine that had taken her to the Stockton airport had given her.
“Hello, this is Lettie Nesmith, I’m calling for Kaylee .”
“Hi Lettie! This is Kaylee .”
“Kaylee! Hey! Listen, Tom’s been hurt. They took him to the hospital about six-hours ago. Rumor has it that he hurt his hand and they are talking about flying him to San Francisco in a helicopter.”
“Ohmygod” Kaylee said it as if it was a single word. “What happened?”
“My cousin says he hurt his hand. They are sending him to a hospital in San Francisco that specializes in sewing on hands and stuff.”
“Sewing on … His hand? What happened.”
“I don’t know, but no one called you?”
“No, but I have not been getting service. I was in the plane that is inside the hangar.”
“Okay, anyway. You should charter a flight back to Sacramento.” Lettie sounded stressed. ”The sooner the better.”
“I don’t know how to do that.” Kaylee said.
Kaylee could hear papers get shuffled on the other end.
“Okay, don’t worry about it, I will take care of the details. Did you say he had given you a charge card?”
“Oh! Yes! But how do I…”
“Kaylee, I’ll find somebody to call you. I know who Tom deals with when he’s not flying his own planes.”
“I don’t know, I was kind of bitchy to him when I spoke to him last time.”
“It’s up to you. But I saw how you act when you talk about him. Your husband is hurt, it might be serious, and you will to kick yourself later.” Lettie’s voice was like another sister giving support. “I have a driver that is available.”
“Okay. Tell him my number, I’m at the South Harbor Airport.”
“He will pick you up right away, he’s at that same airport.”
She looked out over the tarmac towards the executive jet airlines and started walking to the office.
“Excuse me, miss. But you cannot walk here, are you lost?” It was an airport security officer driving up in an electric cart.
“I’m leaving on a plane, I just left the Pacific Wizard and I received a call to meet a chartered plane here. I’m running over to the office now.”
“Sorry, still, you not allowed to walk here. Walk around on the marked walkway.” He pointed to red, blue, green and yellow painted lines on the ground. “Follow the green line and it will take you to the executive charter lobby.”
“Can I ride with you over there?”
“No ma’am.” He said as he drove off, an alarm sounded on his radio of unauthorized access of the grounds by a car on the far side of the terminals.
Grumbling at how it was that the rules forced her to walk around when she was only had a hundred feet or so in a straight line. It would mean heading in the opposite direction and around.
Looking over her shoulder as she headed out to the walkway gate, the security car sped off after the car trying to enter a clearly marked “Do not enter” area.
She paused for a heartbeat, watching the golf cart race off at the top speed of a fast walk for a few minutes. The guard never looked back.
She took two, then four tentative steps to follow the painted line. Then turned and ran in the straight line to the executive charter office as fast as she could.
* This is an emergency, I can’t stop.*
She skidded to a stop at the back door of the charter office and quickly composed herself.
She put her hand on the door, took a breath and walked in as if she had not just broke the rules.