Chapter
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Flying To America
Shanha woke up and saw what
Rhasha was doing. "Mama," she
said indignantly, "you didn't wait
for me."
Rhasha hugged Shanha and
kissed her on the forehead. "I'm
sorry, sweetheart. You were asleep and I
didn't want to wake you."
Determined not to be left
out, Shanha gripped Jim's hand with both
of hers and kissed him on the forehead.
"Good morning, sunshine," she
said, "you have beautiful
eyes." Then she released Jim's hand
and picked up one of Rhasha's hands.
"Good morning, sunshine," she
said, "you have beautiful eyes,
too."
Rhasha started to say
something to Shanha, but Jim spoke first.
"You're both crazy, but you both
have beautiful eyes." He winked and
smiled at both of them.
Rhasha and Shanha each put a
finger to her cheek and twisted the
finger one way, then the other. They
giggled and hugged each other. Jim
gathered both of them into his arms for a
hug and told them how much he loved them.
The aircraft hit a series of
air pockets, bumping along like a car
hitting a pot hole. The turbulence was so
rough it woke up Simbatu, who held onto
his armrests with both hands and looked
around fearfully, not knowing what was
going on. Rhasha, Shanha and Jackie held
onto their seats too.
"Everything's
okay," Jim said, "we just hit
some turbulence."
"But Jim," Rhasha
exclaimed, "it feels like the wings
are going to break off."
"I promise you,
sweetheart, it's normal. Planes hit air
pockets all the time."
Rhasha and Shanha's faces
had paled-they looked like they had seen
a ghost. Jim would have laughed, but he
knew how scared they were, and kept a
straight face.
Mario slowed the plane as
they flew through the turbulence, then
brought it back to five hundred and fifty
miles per hour a few minutes later.
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