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From: Tikatu Sent: 5/25/2006 5:39 AM
Sunday, July 15, 10:00 a.m., Jacksonville, FL (3 a.m., Monday, July 16, Tracy Island time)
"So, who's supposed to be flying us to Grandma P's place?" Alex asked as they waited in the VIP lounge at the airport.
Tyler shrugged. "Don't know. I suppose it'll be a company plane. It usually is." He nudged Cherie, who was sitting with a drawing pad and pencil in hand, and her headphones on. "Hey, do you know who's flying us to Greenville?"
The teen shook her head emphatically. Tyler rolled his eyes, and sighed. Sisters! he thought mutinously.
Alex was peering out to the tarmac from where he sat, and now he got up to walk toward the tall glass windows. He frowned, squinting, then waved his brother to his side. When Tyler reached him, he pointed to a plane that was taxiing in toward their position. "Tell me; doesn't that look like Tracy One?"
Tyler peered out and his eyes grew big. "Yeah! It does. I think... it is! It's Tracy One! Woo Hoo!"
Cherie glanced up at her brothers who were giving each other high fives and jumping up and down. Rolling her eyes and shaking her head, she removed her headphones and went to them. "What is wrong with you two?" she snapped in a half whisper. "You're making fools of yourselves in front of everyone."
"Who cares!" Tyler cried. "Look! Just look! It's Tracy One!"
Cherie sighed heavily, repositioned her glasses, and looked out the window. A slow smile spread over her face and she cried, "You're right! It is Tracy One!"
"I wonder who's piloting," Alex said excitedly.
"I don't know, but I'm sure gonna be glad to see them!" Tyler vowed.
The jet taxied out of their sight, closer to the boarding ramp, so they couldn't see who got out. They waited impatiently, their bags ready, the boys' forms almost quivering with anticipation, and Cherie's eyes darting here and there. Finally the attendant opened the boarding ramp, and out strode...
"Scott!" Cherie cried, almost launching herself at her brother.
"Mom!" Tyler and Alex both shrieked, nearly tackling Dianne in delight. Elise came up behind her, amused and bemused by the reactions of the children. Alex caught sight of her and gave her a wide grin. "Hey, Miss Collins!"
"Hi, Alex," Elise responded, returning the grin.
"What are you doing here?" Cherie demanded of her mother, after giving her a hug. "Are we going home early?"
"Wait a minute!" Dianne turned to Elise. "Elise, could you please do the flight checks and make sure we're refueled? We aren't going far, but I'd rather be safe than sorry."
"Sure, Di... uh, Dr. Tracy," Elise said. Scott glanced at her quickly, frowning. "Need to earn my paycheck as pilot for Tracy Industries," she murmured to him.
His face cleared, his mouth opened in a whispered, "Ah," and he nodded in understanding. Elise gave him a jaunty salute and went off. She needed a restroom, first and foremost.
"Okay, here's the plan," Dianne said once she had her offspring's attention. "We are flying to Greenville as soon as we're loaded, refueled and have done the proper checks. Miss Collins, Scott and I will be staying overnight with you at Grandma P's, then we'll head out on Monday morning to get back to the island." She smiled at them, a touch wistfully, Scott thought. "We were in New Hampshire on business, and though I would have loved to stay there and do a little sightseeing, I wanted to see you more."
"So, we're still going to stay with Grandma for the week?" Cherie asked.
Dianne nodded. "Yes, and then we'll be out to pick you up next weekend, okay?"
Alex looked disappointed. "I was kinda hoping we could go right home."
Scott reached out and rubbed his brother's soft buzz cut. "Sorry, bud, but Grandma P. will want to see you and so will your friends." He glanced over at Dianne. "Besides, I think Mom and Dad are sorta looking forward to one final week without you three."
Dianne chuckled. "Come on, gang. Let's start getting all this... stuff gathered up so we can load it in the cargo bin and get underway. I don't know about you, but I'd like to get to Grandma's in time for lunch."
98% pure evil...and loving every minute of it.
 
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