The Taste Of Gravy

The Taste of GravyThe stewardess started talking about seat belts and cigarettes. He swallowed away the growing tightness in his ears as they settled down through the blowy night. First class was thinly populated. He yawned and gathered up the paperwork he had spread across the empty seat and the two service tables and put the raw data along with the almost-finished report into his dispatch case.He looked at the time and felt disoriented. Ten past nine. Airplanes are never so early."Helen?&...