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"Eloise!"
"That's a lovely name, Harry."
"She's a most lovely person, too, Paul, warm, gentle, intelligent. She is a psychology professor at our local university... And your wife's name is?"
"Melanie! Melanie is an artist, one of the finest. But I don't suppose you can judge art, or an artist that way..."
On our descent, Harry pointed out some places he would love to take us to. And later, as Seattle lay stretched out beneath us he explained in great detail all there is to know about Boeing's plant, whatever is noteworthy about the city, our company's office tower, his sailing club, and of course the locality of his home.
"Here, go take my binoculars," he added. "See if you can recognize our house. It's a two level rancher on that rise over there by the water." He pointed to it. "It's the house nearest the edge, the last on the block, look for a circular driveway...."
"Yes, I think I can see it. There is a greenhouse in the back of it, and an above ground swimming pool...."
"Right! Can you see anyone in the pool?"
"Harry! The whole neighborhood is in your pool."
"Ah, that's the way it is on a normal day. When you come, be sure to bring your children and your bathing suits," he added.
He took the glasses back, after that, and I took the yoke. "I can see Brian," he said. "Oh, and there's Eloise. Did you notice the garden table?"
"Yes."
"Then you have seen Eloise; the most beautiful blond you ever laid eyes on. Her hair shines like the sun; her figure like you wouldn't believe. You simply must come for a visit and meet her." He handed the binoculars back, "Here, would you like to take another look?"
I had to decline the offer, since at the very moment the tower called us for landing instructions.
We were barely four miles from the Airport when the shrill sound of the National Emergency Broadcast abruptly ended whatever train of thought I had at that moment. I felt like I was back in Miami in an emergency response exercise session.
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SEATAC had just opened an international addition to its collection of remote terminals that were accessible only by subway. As expected, this latest addition was the most sumptuous, and probably the most expensive passenger terminal ever built, for its size. It featured a small, but elegant restaurant, thick carpeting, a free movie theater, and two sculptures in its central lounge, and a stairway made of glass that led to a glassed in observation deck.
Leaning comfortably into the soft leather seat, Frank was engaged in a conversation with Melanie. Frank had remarked on how absolutely marvelous their days together had been. "Just look at the children!" he said, smiling at her.
The children were on the observation deck. They had a bet going, as to who would be the first to spot United's extended capacity 747, a redesigned version of the twice stretched, extended capacity short haul jumbo jet that the older of Frank's boys called an overgrown dragon fly. They had their eyes glued on the runway, watching for Flight 023 coming in that would take them to Vancouver.
It was the children's idea to stay an extra day. "We want to be on daddy's plane," they had demanded. "We want to surprise him!" "He likes being scared," Fiona added.
"Being scared and surprised isn't the same thing," Melanie explained.
To judge by their gestures, the older kids on the observation deck had an exciting conversation going. Frank smiled, "They are probably figuring out what to brag about, when they get back to their friends at home; riding the Monorail, having lunch at the Space needle, staying at a hotel with two swimming pools and a whirlpool!"
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