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25. Missed Flight
Finally,
the captain came down the long hallway laughing at an unheard remark made by the long-legged stewardess at his side. Somewhere, the music of a harmonica sang a tune that would have found itself more at home in a bus station. A young man in a pressed cotton shirt, clean and white, denim walking shorts, tennis shoes with blue stripes and hanging in his left hand a jumble of flowers - pink and yellow, green, red, purple, white - hanging in his left hand. He wanders through the lobby looking at faces, searching empty seats while, a thousand miles away, a reporter writes, Female, 24, dies in auto accident. |