Chapter 26. Papers
Kaylee left the medical center after they settled Tom back his room. He had been in a bit of pain as the nurses bathed him and gave medications to help him sleep.
She walked across the macadam surface of the airport to the hangar where the Flying Sea Dragon sat, she could barely keep from sobbing the trip from the hospital.
It hurt so much to even think of those papers that sat somewhere inside the plane, waiting.
She rode in silence in a taxi she caught at random to the airport, she did not want to ride with anyone who knew Tom, knew of Tom or had even heard about his books.
She had a serious need to sit and drink wine and smoke a bowl with her sister and talk.
She missed the afternoons with Melanie like they had in their teens. They had barely graduated from high school, but as the best of friends and the worst of enemies, they would be in a furious scream-fest fight for minutes, then would be the best of friends as they settled down for a toke.
But no outsider dare make either of them cry.
Woe be unto the person that faced the wrath of the Grant sisters. It would make for an epic bad day when both sisters would turn on the offending person with fury that only sisters, family, and those of the same heart and soul have.
As they grew older, and although they took different classes and their lives were on different paths, they became closer still.
Opening the door of the big jet, she looked down at the broken glass that still lay on the floor.
And blood! Everywhere, large black clots that cemented fibers of the carpet into a mat with choking copper-smell. It surprised her the amount that soaked into the carpet on the floor. A body-trail in the glass where he crawled to the door and yelled for help at the plane’s technicans and engineers.
She stepped past the gore and glass that almost ended Tom’s life and perhaps did end his life as a writer.
She sat at the chair and looked where the papers in the manila envelope waited, filed in the cubby-hole that Tom told her about.
She thought of Melanie and all the fights they had while she sat in the Flying Sea Dragon and held the annulment papers in her hands.
*Tom said I just had to sign on the lines in the document and mail it with…*
She slumped in the chair and a wept.
*It’s strange, this is just what I wanted four-weeks ago! Now I have a serious temptation to put it in the washing machine, somewhere on the plane. Except, damn, I’m not sure where it is, hidden behind some cabinet door.* Kaylee took a heavy breath, *I’m not sure if this is wise.*
Her hands trembled when she found the place to sign in the back of the document.
She slipped the papers into the manilla envelope they were paper-clipped to, she closed and sealed the package and walked out the door of the big flying yacht.
*The Flying Sea Dragon is not as big as the Pacific Wizard is inside, it’s more cluttered with furniture, bulky items to make it feel close. Still, a comfortable plane to live in.*
*A flying yacht.* She reminded herself as she walked across the airport to the main offices.
She nearly didn’t get to mail it, the woman behind the counter almost gave it back because of Kaylee ’s facial expressions and the slumped-sad way she carried herself.
“Miss, I don’t know what you have in this, and it’s not my place to say. But do you really want to send this?” She looked as if she might have known Ben Franklin when she started for the post-office. Not a trace of color in the great-grandmotherly hair.
With the postage stamped on the envelope, the woman gave Kaylee one more look, a last chance to change her mind, then slowly it into the slot behind her and it was in the US mail with a required a signature on delivery at the court.
Once the clerk of the court received and signed for the papers, in the eyes of the government, it never happened.
It would be as if she was never married.
While Kaylee walked out to the sidewalk she dialed the number on the business card that the Chauffeur Kaikane had given her and told her to call anytime she needed a ride. This time it would be to the hospital. She would tell Tom that she signed the papers, but she was not sure about how she felt.
After breaking the line with Kaikane and his peaceful voice, she hit speed-dial and called Melanie .
‟KAY!” Melanie was always excited to hear from her sister. ‟Where are you?”
‟San Francisco. Tom has had a good run of luck with the doctors since his accident.”
‟You need to come home quick as you can. Glenn is here and he has asked for you, he said it’s important.” Melanie said in a conspiratorial tone. ‟I think he is going to ask the question.”
‟Oh.” Her heart finished the phrase. *Damn.*
‟You don’t sound excited.” Melanie became quiet, shocked at the response. “This is what you have waited for since you were kids.”
‟I just signed the papers and sent them off to Nevada. I stop being married and never was according to the state once the papers arrive.”
‟Oh sis. But this is what you want, right?”
‟I don’t know. Tom needs me.” Kaylee was quiet as she waited for the limo. “You should see his eyes. Mellie, he is a good man, he cares for so many things and he’s in pain because of me.”
‟But he was alone before he met you, and it’s only been a month.” Melanie said helpfully. ‟And you said he nearly crashed the plane with you in it.”
‟He showed the wine country off to me from the plane.” She was defensive all of a sudden. “Melanie , it was beautiful, right up until we hit the birds, scared me so bad I think I nearly peed myself.”
At the other end, her best friend and sister laughed, knowing Kaylee the way she did, for her to say something like that was funny.
They talked as sisters do over the phone. Switching to video chat while she waited for the contract limousine to pick her up.
‟Why don’t you take a cab?” Melanie asked as Kaylee sat on a bench and waited in the shade of a tree.
‟No. If this is my last limo ride I don’t have to pay for, I want to enjoy it as much as I can. Besides, there is a hot Hawaiian that drives it. You’d love him. Surfer type, intelligent as any professor, knows more about sensemilla than a DEA cop.”
Melanie laughed so hard she snorted, then held her hand over the lens while she composed herself.
‟Stringbean? You know I can still hear you.” Kaylee took her turn of laughter, using the nickname that they worked out as children. This only made Melanie laugh that much harder.
Melanie Grant was the only person in the world that could make Kaylee laugh when things were at their darkest.
Kaylee hated her for that…
Which made her laugh all the harder, she loved her sister more than anyone else in her generation. They were, after all…