I have nothing to lose. No apartment, no car, no family, no relatives.
My father died two years ago, and the guy is a thing of the past.
I miss you so much, dad.
You know, right after you died, I got a job at the Guardian. Only this helped me forget and start coping with everything alone.”
Warm streams flowed down my cheeks, numb from the cold and burning. An involuntary shudder ran through the body huddled in the chair.
“And a month ago I caught a really serious case for the first time. I finally grabbed the opportunity to become a great reporter. I could have saved England, I was on the trail of the criminal, but I still don’t know his face. And a week ago he left me an anonymous note giving me the choice to shut up or die.”
Here she interrupted and, mercilessly pressing the button to call the waiter, grumbled loudly:
– Will someone finally bring me tea today?
A moment later, the dark red business class curtain moved aside, and the same out-of-breath stewardess appeared in the aisle. White curls were hanging down on her forehead, and her mascara was running a little in the corners of her eyes. This happens when at the end of the day a girl corrects her makeup, but it no longer stays elastic, but treacherously spreads over her skin.
– Your tea, madam. I'm sorry for the delay.
Mentally complaining about the imperfection of the service staff, their appearance, forgetfulness and terrible service, Glenda was silent for a while, but then grabbed the paper cup with rapture. A moment later, she noticed that the woman’s hands were shaking and there was perspiration on her face and neck.
– Something happened, um… – she read the badge on the bright scarlet jacket – Anna?
– No, miss. – the flight attendant said, clearing her throat. – Just buckle up, please, there's a little turbulence.
Anna quickly ran away to the economy class cabin, and closed the short curtain behind her.
Glenda looked under her, since her seat was next to her, but saw only the legs of the flight attendant running away.
Then she looked out the porthole. Rain flooded the sky, and a thunderstorm broke it into small fragments. It is not surprising that in this cold and thoughts about fate, she had no time for the weather outside the window. Oddly enough, my hands still reached for the strap. Click, and now she is safe.