“I heard Albatross blast off
earlier, and I notice she isn’t parked in the hangar, so I assume that as you
are sitting here Nick must have taken her up to collect Courtney and Dick and
taxi them back from the shipwreck.”
“On the face of it, your assumption would appear to be correct,” I replied.
“You looked deep in thought when I wandered in; are you having trouble
with your two times tables again?” she asked sweetly.
So I told her about the Terminal
Café vs. Spaceport Café issue and the contributing factors that had
affected my final decision. She stared at me with her emerald green eyes wide
with what I assumed to be admiration for a while. Then she exclaimed,
“Oh, thank the Lord!”, with what I assumed to be deep reverence and awe.
“Finally I will be able to sleep and rest peacefully now that you have finally
rectified that problem. It really was keeping me awake and tossing and turning
into the wee small hours of the morning.”
“You’re being sarcastic, aren’t you?”
“No, absolutely not!” she said with a chuckle. “Can we go home now? I am
totally exhausted.”
“Absolutely, for tonight you’ll be able to lay your pretty head down to
sleep and rest peacefully in the knowledge that an important and weighty issue
has finally been resolved thanks to yours truly.”
“Yes, dear.”
“But there’s really no need to thank me.”
“I totally agree.” Mel sweetly replied.
When we arrived at the Spaceport
Café early the next morning to have breakfast and coffee before starting
work, I was a little concerned when I noticed that the Albatross had not returned during the night. After finishing our
breakfasts and coffees, we went our separate ways—Mel to the laboratories to
play with her collection of rocks and dirt there, and I to the terrarium to
play with the dirt there. While I was playing in the dirt, I found myself
becoming more concerned about the delay in Albatross’s
return to the city.
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