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"Don't you have any normal cars?"
"What do you mean normal cars? This is a normal car," I roll my eyes.
"This is a sports car. A normal car would be a suburban, not a fucking sports car," I hear him chuckle.
"Well, this is normal to me."
"Are we going to the airport?" Mr. Winters doesn't say anything.
"I guess that's a yes. Hey, Charlotte, Do you wanna play a game?" I see Mr. Winters roll his eyes, and I smile.
"Oh, yes! Let's play I Spy! I spy with my little eye, something blue."
"It's this sports car."
"Nope. You get one more guess."
"The car we just passed?"
"Nope. Wrong. It was the sky," I roll my eyes.
"The sky isn't blue. It's grey with dark grey clouds. It looks like it's going to rain. What the hell kind of pick is that? We're not playing anymore."
"What you mean, what kind of pick it is? It's a good pick, and we're still playing," I scuff.
"The hell we are. You don't know how to play."
"Look, it's the airport!" I look out my window and see we're coming to the airport.
"Finally," I sigh and see Mr. Winters pull into a secluded area.
"Why are we pulling in here instead of parking in the lot?" Mr. Winters doesn't say anything.
Mr. Winters drives us down a narrow strip to a secluded jet.
"Is that your jet?"
"Eva, I don't think we're going to get an answer from him for the rest of the night," I roll my eyes.
Mr. Winters parks near the jet and gets out. I get out afterward and let Charlotte out. We both follow Mr. Winters towards the Jet.
"Good Afternoon, Mr. Winters. Where are we flying to today?"
"I will be flying with two guests today. Make sure they are tended to. You two go ahead and go on the plane. I'll meet you there," I let Charlotte go ahead in front of me onto the jet, and I grab the tickets out of my bag and hand them to Mr. Winters.
I wave to him as I get on the jet. I look around the clean-looking silver jet with blue leather seats and frost-white carpet. The white interior of the seats makes it look comfortable. I sit down next to Charlotte.
"So, what do you think?"
"I say you should hang out with Mr. Winters more often," I roll my eyes, and Charlotte chuckles.
I see Mr. Winters come aboard and sit down in a seat. I get up and sit next to him.
"So, how you doing, Mr. Winty?" Mr. Winters doesn't say anything.
"Quick question. Where do we put our luggage?"
"The staff will be around to take your luggage," I look around and see the staff coming.
"Hello. My name's Casey. I'll be your flight attendant today. May I take your luggage, ma'am?"
"Nice to meet you, Casey. My name's Evangeline. Thank you for being here today and attending to me," I see Casey smile, and I hand her my suitcase. I see Casey walk over to Charlotte.
"You can hand her your bag, too."
"Nah, I'd rather hold onto it. It has things in it for emergencies or if I need it."
"You don't have to be nice to her. She's dealt with a lot of mean clients and has been through thick and thin."
"Mr. Winters, it's always good to be friendly to your flight attendant. They're the ones taking care of you. Do you need a neck pillow?" I hear him say nothing.
"This is your captain speaking. The weather is a little cloudy, but we will make it to Seattle. So, sit back and relax and enjoy the flight."
I grab chapstick out of my bag. I put it on as the plane starts to take off.
"Is that chapstick?"
"Of course. Want a taste?" I see him looking at me and my lips.
"I'm kidding. Friends don't kiss," I hear Mr. Winters chuckle.
"I would have said yes," I laugh.
"You're funny, Mr. Winters," I see Casey walk towards us.
"Would either of you like some champagne?" She shows us a tray of champagne.
"I'm good, and no champagne for her," I see Casey nod and walk away.
"Why don't I get champagne?"
"Because you're a mean drunk," I roll my eyes.
"Just because I told you off doesn't mean I'm a mean drunk," I hear Mr. Winters chuckle.
Do you need a neck pillow?" Mr. Winters says nothing.
"Well, I'm going to take a nap until we land," I put on the neck pillow and lay my head on Mr. Winters's shoulder.
"You know, with all these muscles. You're actually pretty comfortable to lay on," I hear Mr. Winters chuckle.
I curl up and feel myself drifting off into sleep while I smell the ravishing fragrance of his cologne.
I see a warm fire as I sit in front of it. I wrap the blanket around me tighter as I hear my name.
"Evangeline, warm yourself up and come eat. Dinner's getting cold, so you better hurry!"
I look around and see my trashy old childhood house again. I run to the kitchen. The smell of fresh store cookies hit my face as I walk into the kitchen. I see my Dad wearing his goofy chicken potholders we used to make fun of and pulling something out of the old oven we owned.
"Grab yourself a plate, Pumpkin. I'm pulling cookies out of the oven now for dessert. I better not see you eating them with August before finishing supper," I run up to Dad and hug him from behind.
"Woah there. Careful kiddo. You could have got burned. You act like you haven't seen me all day. Look at your hands and nose. They're practically about to freeze off. I told you not to play in the snow."
"You're going to catch a cold. Come here and warm yourself with the oven while it's still hot," Dad grabs my hands. I feel the warmth of his hands on mine while he helps me warm them over the oven's fire.
"There, that's better. Now, go on and wash up, and tell Violet and August suppers ready," I run out of the kitchen.
I wake up, almost jumping out of my seat because of the turbulence. Mr. Winters looks at me, confused.
"Sorry, I'm not very good with turbulence," I feel his warm hand on mine. My shoulders start to relax. Who knew such a little gesture could calm me down?
"Um, where's the restrooms?" I hear Mr. Winters chuckle.
"Down at the end and to the left."
I get up and walk to the restroom. I see Charlotte walk up beside me.
"Going to the restroom?"
"Yeah," Charlotte looks at me and at the restroom, and then darts for it, and I run after. I push Charlotte as she pushes me back.
"Charlotte, I had to use the restroom first, so I get to use it."
"I got here first, so I get to use it," I roll my eyes and let her go in.
"Fine. You win, but hurry up," I walk back to my seat and sit next to Mr. Winters.
"Does Charlotte know there's another restroom on the other side of the cabin?"
"She probably does. Charlotte always tries to fight with me for things."
"Why?"
"I don't know. Sometimes, it's funny, and other times annoying, but that's her. Well, I'm going to use the restroom on the other side," I walk to the other side and enter the restroom.
I lock the door, grab my phone from my bag, and call Violet. I hear the phone start to ring.
"Hey, you know who this is. Leave a message after the beep," I hear a loud beep.
"Hey, Violet. It's me, Evangeline. I know it's late, and you're probably sleeping, but I'm calling to tell you I'm on the plane. I'm on the way to see you. I'm glad that you talked me into doing this. I can't wait to see you. I love you," I hung up the call and put my phone in my bag.
I use the restroom. I look in the mirror as I wash my hands. Memories flood my head as I think of my sister.
"Violet, can you help me with my outfit? Dad said I need to go to school matching," I stand in the doorway of Violet's room, watching Violet do her hair in a small mirror.
"I don't see why I have to go to school matching. Dad's already making me finish school. The least he could do is let me go wearing what I want," I hear Violet laugh. She turns around and looks me up and down.
"Don't put too much pressure on it. Dad doesn't want you to get laughed at. You know what Dad would say. You can do whatever you want after high school. Until the moon crashes into Mars, you're finishing school. Are you wearing a sock longer than the other?"
"Yeah. It's called style. You wouldn't know because you're old," Violet laughs.
"I'm old? I'm only five years older than you. If I'm old, then you're old, too," I see Violet grab a shirt and jeans.
"Here, put this on. It'll be better than a skirt with leggings and whatever shirt you're wearing now."
"It's a blouse with rippes. It's the new style," Violet laughs.
"New style if you want to look homeless. We may be poor, but we're definitely not homeless," I roll my eyes.
I feel hot water burning my hands, and I pull them away quickly. I finish washing my hands and dry them. I walk back to the seat and see Mr. Winters gone. I walk over to Charlotte and sit next to her.
"What's wrong?" I look at Charlotte as she's whispering to me.
"I had a dream about Dad when I fell asleep next to Winty," I whisper back.
"Dad?" I see Charlotte's face shocked.
"I know. I know. I haven't had one in five years. When I fell asleep on Winty, I had a dream about Dad. He warmed up my hands on the old oven fire back home. When I woke, Winty put his hands on mine to calm me."
"I felt the same warmth as the oven's fire. It felt real. When Julie died, all these emotions came flooding in. I haven't felt these emotions since Dad's death," Charlotte hugs me.
"Shh, I know. It's okay to feel these emotions. It's all part of the healing process," I rub my eyes and see mascara on my hands.
"Shit, I forgot to take my makeup off. I left my bag back there," I get up and walk to Mr. Winters's seat.
I grab my bag and start digging to find wipes. I get a small mirror from my bag. I start wiping the makeup off while looking into the mirror. I look in the mirror, and I see Mr. Winters coming back. I continue to wipe off my makeup as I watch him sit down.
"I was wondering where you went," Mr. Winters says nothing.
"Well, don't mind me. I'm finishing my nightly routine," I finish wiping the makeup off my face.
I throw the dirty wipes in my bag. I put lotion on my hands.
"Want some?" I hear him say nothing.
"Okay. Suit yourself," I put lotion on my face and grab a face mask packet. I put the face mask on and throw the trash in my bag.
"Okay. I'll get out of your hair now," I grab my bag.
"You can stay if you want. Unless you're too scared," I smile at him.
"You want me to stay? I'm probably going to fall asleep again, and I'm not looking to the high standards you're used to."
"If you're too scared, you can go sit by Charlotte. Who knows what kind of things will happen when you fall asleep," I chuckle.
"Try me. Besides, I'm not scared of you, and I trust you. Plus, I find your shoulder rather comfortable than Charlotte's," I hear Mr. Winters chuckle.
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-End Of Chapter 18-
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