Chapter 16 - Page 218 - Flying To America

   Now Rhasha pretended to get angry at Jim. “The problem is . . . sir . . . I don’t know how to make coffee! But since you’re so smart, you make it.” With that, Rhasha sat down and scowled theatrically.

   Jim unbuckled his seat belt and rose. He took Rhasha’s hat off her head and put it on his head. “Where’s your name tag, young lady?” he asked. “You’re going to lose your job over this.”

   “My name is Kathy,” Rhasha said, “and I’ll have you to know, the captain and I are very, very good friends.” Rhasha almost cracked up when she said that.

   He took the tray out of her hand and went to the kitchenette area. Chuck had already made coffee. Jim filled a cup with the black brew. He pulled two colas and two cartons of orange juice out of the refrigerator and placed everything on the tray, then placed the tray flat on the palm of his hand. He placed his other hand on his waist.

   Rhasha couldn’t help but smile at the man she loved. Anyone else would have seen an older man with thinning hair, wearing a suit and tie, acting silly. What Rhasha saw was the most wonderful man she’d ever known.

   Jim minced down the aisle and stopped beside Jackie. “Would you like something to drink, sir?”

   “Yes ma’am.” Jackie smiled. “Could I get a cup of coffee, please?”

   “You certainly can, sir.” Jim grinned as he handed the cup of coffee to Jackie. “And thank you, sir, for flying the skies with Jim’s Airlines.”

   Jim looked at Simbatu. “Would you like something to drink, sir?”