What a goofball. Liddy couldn’t keep a slight smile from breaking through and she stopped and stood in front of him. “Okay, I really forgive you.”

He raised his eyebrow with distrust.

“I promise, I really, really forgive you okay.” Liddy held up her hand in oath. “But now, I have to catch my plane, Forgiven Man.”

“Stay and have dinner with me and I’ll get you another flight.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“I’ve been told.”

“No,” said Liddy. “For three reasons, “One: I don’t know you. Two: I’m dressed for flying not for dining. And three: Then you win.”

“Is that so bad? I’ll let you win next time.”

“Now there’s already a next time? Mr. Bradon, has—”

“Call me Alan.”

“Mr. Bradon, has anyone ever said no to you?”

“Once or twice maybe, I can’t remember.”

“Well, try to remember this, No,” Liddy said firmly and started walking again.

Alan kept pace beside her. “You can’t blame me for trying, and I just want to touch on One and Two for a minute. One: You do know my name, you know my planes and where they live and you know David.” Brandon looked over at the car and called out, “David, you remember Liddy Hall. And Two: I had dinner brought to the hangar—you’re dressed perfectly.”

Liddy stopped and shook her head at the man. “Again, you are unbelievable. You’re going to follow me all the way to my gate, aren’t you?”

“Well, actually, I hadn’t thought that far. I’m just doing as I go here.”

“If I have dinner with you, then what? You kidnap me and I’m never seen or heard from again?”

“No, no kidnapping. I get you a flight home, I promise, but you have to call me Alan.”

David drove Liddy and Alan back to the hangar, and Alan wasn’t kidding, he did have dinner waiting, along with a chef and a waiter. The whole production was set up in the office, complete with linens and candles. So Liddy sat with this pretty man in his pretty suit, and she with her mangled helmet hair in her leather flight jacket and seat-wrinkled slacks. But somehow, Alan didn’t seem to notice. Liddy wondered what was wrong with this man—surely something was.

He had the meal choreographed perfectly, and he was the show. The last time she had laughed that much, she was sitting around with a bunch of fly girls. When Alan left Liddy at her gate that night, she left him with the number where he could reach her at Clayton Air Field, and as she did, she questioned her judgment.

Jerry Bluff was at his desk when Liddy walked into his office the next morning. He leaned sideways, peeking out from behind a rather large vase of yellow roses that were sitting in front of him.

“Who’s the admirer, Hall?” asked Jerry.

“If I took a wild guess, I’d have to say a crazy man,” said Liddy and she plucked the tiny envelope from the arrangement. Inside was typed: Call me collect, Lakeview 387. Alan

“Can I leave these here?” she asked.

“Oh, please do. I’m enjoying the lovely fragrance,” Jerry sniffed at the air.

Liddy sneered at Jerry and left to teach her instrument class. Her classroom students were mostly men, but three were women. The gals wanted to know everything about Liddy’s time as a WASP, and she was sad they wouldn’t have the experience. She found she made a good teacher, in that she knew the subject well, and she had patience for those students that didn’t get the information as quickly. She knew that Jerry had lost some enrollment because he had a woman teaching, but he didn’t seem to care so neither did she. It was all part of the cost of progress.

The classroom door had a window, and Jerry strolled by every once in a while that morning with one of the yellow roses between his teeth. Liddy was beginning to think everyone around her might be losing their minds.

After her class she gave two flying lessons. Then she called Alan to thank him for the roses and tell him that she was sure something was seriously wrong with him, and he should see a doctor. He promised he would, and they made a date for the weekend.

Liddy flew to Chicago and took Alan up for a lesson. He had been working with an instructor every day since his first plane had been delivered, but he still didn’t even seem to know which way to tilt the stick. His forehead wrinkled up, and he had a ridiculous look of concentration on his face that made Liddy laugh.

“What?” Alan asked.

“You look like your head’s going to explode,” Liddy giggled.

“Well as long as yours doesn’t, we’re okay.”

“You need to relax. I’m doing most of the flying here. You realize that, don’t you?”

Alan shook himself out and looked like he was convulsing. “Okay, I’m relaxed now.” And he slid down in his seat like a drunk.

Liddy flew home and was happy. During the weeks that followed, she met Alan in Kansas City, St. Louis and back in Chicago. No matter how she felt when she left to see him, she was always light when she returned home. You couldn’t droop around Alan Bradon, it just wasn’t possible.

When Alan kissed her it was sweet and soft and it made her smile. He made her smile. Together they flew all over the East Coast and Alan’s flying skills didn’t improve a bit. Maybe it was because he was so busy talking or maybe it was because some people love being in the air, but not at the controls.

They spent a lot of time together driving the back roads all over New England and eating at little mom and pop places. They’d explore, eat and then go back to whatever little field they had landed at, climb into the plane and fly home.

Alan insisted they tell each other their life stories from A-Z. It was like talking to a girlfriend. No subject failed to interest him. One day as they broke peanuts out of their shells and tossed the husks on the plank floor of a little burger joint in Vermont, they talked about everything and nothing.

“Okay, your first kiss?” asked Alan.

“Rodney Carter, seventh grade in his daddy’s barn, during one of Holly Grove’s biggest snow storms ever.”

“First kiss?” Liddy asked.

“Eileen Cromwell—”

“Cromwell, of course,” said Liddy with a haughty air.

“Hey, she was very hot, first grade at her mother’s birthday party.”

“First grade? A little young.”

“I was an early bloomer.”

“Why am I not surprised.” Liddy shook her head with feigned disapproval.

“Prude. Okay, engagement?” asked Alan.

“Nope,” said Liddy.

“You’ve never been engaged?”

“No, never. You have I take it?”

“How is it possible that you’ve never been engaged? What are you forty-seven, forty eight?” Alan asked with a puff and a grin.

Liddy tossed a handful of peanuts at him, “I’m younger than you old man. Has it occurred to you that some people don’t get into situations without thinking them through?” Liddy opened her eyes wide and cocked her head. “Maybe you’re just impulsive and irresponsible. Oh, of course you are—you’re Crazy Man.”

“Well, if we could all be as perfect as you, Liddy Hall, the world would be a better place.”

“Do you really think so, Alan Lionel Bradon? Thanks. Okay, tell me about this engagement.”

“Engagements actually, there were two. But now I don’t want to talk about it. I feel so damaged.” Alan held the back of his hand to his forehead.

“No you don’t. Spit it out,” Liddy demanded.

“Alright. Well, the first one was my mother’s doing. She’s very sneaky, and I broke that one off. The second one was my doing, and Veronica Wyndham broke it off, thankfully.”

“Really, you mean that? You weren’t hurt?”

“I was at first, for about a week. Then I bounced back like a champ. You’ve gotta look for the silver lining you know? There are too many fishies in the sea, Sweet Cakes, to get tangled in one net.”

“Is that right?”

“Prove me wrong why don’t you,” Alan challenged and lobbed a shell into Liddy’s hair. “Okay, first love?” he asked.

Liddy’s smile fell from her face.

“I saw that,” said Alan.

“Saw what?”

“When I said first love, your face crumbled. What’s his name and I want an address,” Alan tried to get a smile back on Liddy.

She shook her head slightly side to side. “I don’t want to play anymore.”

“Okay, let’s not play, but I’d like to know.”

Liddy stared out the window and broke open a few more peanuts. It had been months since she had spoken of Reid, and she didn’t want to break her silence.

“Please,” Alan asked and set his hand on top of Liddy’s. “Please.”

“He was an Air Force pilot. His name was Reid Trent. He was killed,” she tried not to hear the words as she spoke them or let them draw memories.

“I’m sorry, Liddy.”

“Thanks.” She looked back at him. “Now say something funny.”

“Funny but true or just funny?” asked Alan.

“Funny but true,” said Liddy.

“You make me feel nauseous sometimes, but in a good way.”

Liddy laughed.

“Okay, you now, funny but true,” said Alan.

“You’ve reminded me of someone since I first met you and I finally figured out who.”

“Who?”

“A petite little redhead—she was a damn good pilot. I don’t mean the good pilot part reminds me of you. Goodness knows I don’t mean that…” Liddy rolled her eyes. “… just the little gal herself that you remind me of.”

“Well, I would have preferred you said a big good-looking lumberjack, but okay. Tell me, was she a good dresser?”

“Quite fashionable,” said Liddy.

“Alright, I’m taking it as compliment then.”

“Oh, it is Crazy Man, it definitely is.”

Chapter Twenty-Five