Chapter 16 - Page 219 - Flying To America

   Simbatu was still too nervous to play around. “No thanks, Jim. I’m not thirsty right now.”

   Jim walked over to Shanha and knelt to the floor. “And how about you, sweet little girl? Would you like something to drink?”

   Shanha had never seen a stewardess before so she didn’t know what Jim was doing. “Oh Papa,” she said, “you’re being silly. But can I have that?” She pointed at a carton of orange juice. She had never had Coke before and didn’t know what it was.

   “You sure can, sweetheart.” Jim set the tray on an empty seat and opened a carton of orange juice. He handed it to Shanha.

   “Thank you, Papa.”

   Jim kissed her on the forehead and stood. He picked up the serving tray and walked toward Rhasha, stopping beside her seat.

   Rhasha looked up at Jim and smiled. “Now, aren’t you just the prettiest little thing?” she cooed.

   Jim knew some airlines had stewards, but he knew Rhasha didn’t know that. “Thank you, dear,” he replied. “Would you like some orange juice?”

   Rhasha again acted as if she was upset. “No. Thank you.” She pouted.

   “How about a Coke?” he said. “We have some good, yummy Coke.”

   “No, thank you.” Rhasha maintained her hard-to-please role.

   “Well, is there anything I can get you?”

   “Yes there is,” Rhasha snapped.

   “You name it, dear,” Jim said. “If we have it, I’ll get it for you.”