{"id":1257,"date":"2021-07-15T15:52:46","date_gmt":"2021-07-15T22:52:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/annroberts.net\/?page_id=1257"},"modified":"2021-07-15T15:52:46","modified_gmt":"2021-07-15T22:52:46","slug":"the-complete-package","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/annroberts.net\/index.php\/books-2\/romances\/the-complete-package\/","title":{"rendered":"The Complete Package"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"pl-1257\"  class=\"panel-layout\" ><div id=\"pg-1257-0\"  class=\"panel-grid panel-no-style\" ><div id=\"pgc-1257-0-0\"  class=\"panel-grid-cell\" ><div id=\"panel-1257-0-0-0\" class=\"so-panel widget widget_sow-editor panel-first-child panel-last-child\" data-index=\"0\" ><div class=\"panel-widget-style panel-widget-style-for-1257-0-0-0\" ><div\n\t\t\t\n\t\t\tclass=\"so-widget-sow-editor so-widget-sow-editor-base\"\n\t\t\t\n\t\t>\n<div class=\"siteorigin-widget-tinymce textwidget\">\n\t<h2>The Complete Package<\/h2>\n<\/div>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><div id=\"pg-1257-1\"  class=\"panel-grid panel-no-style\" ><div id=\"pgc-1257-1-0\"  class=\"panel-grid-cell\" ><div id=\"panel-1257-1-0-0\" class=\"so-panel widget widget_sow-image panel-first-child\" data-index=\"1\" ><div\n\t\t\t\n\t\t\tclass=\"so-widget-sow-image so-widget-sow-image-default-13f2a8b12fcc-1257\"\n\t\t\t\n\t\t>\n<div class=\"sow-image-container\">\n\t\t<img \n\tsrc=\"https:\/\/annroberts.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/Complete-Package-image-190x300.jpg\" width=\"190\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/annroberts.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/Complete-Package-image-190x300.jpg 190w, https:\/\/annroberts.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/05\/Complete-Package-image.jpg 219w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 190px) 100vw, 190px\" title=\"Complete Package image\" alt=\"\" \t\tclass=\"so-widget-image\"\/>\n\t<\/div>\n\n<\/div><\/div><div id=\"panel-1257-1-0-1\" class=\"so-panel widget widget_sow-button panel-last-child\" data-index=\"2\" ><div class=\"panel-widget-style panel-widget-style-for-1257-1-0-1\" ><div\n\t\t\t\n\t\t\tclass=\"so-widget-sow-button so-widget-sow-button-atom-35500a5eb44b-1257\"\n\t\t\t\n\t\t><div class=\"ow-button-base ow-button-align-center\"\n>\n\t\t\t<a\n\t\t\t\t\thref=\"https:\/\/www.bellabooks.com\/product\/9781594934087\/\"\n\t\t\t\t\tclass=\"sowb-button ow-icon-placement-left ow-button-hover\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\" \t>\n\t\t<span>\n\t\t\t\n\t\t\tBUY\t\t<\/span>\n\t\t\t<\/a>\n\t<\/div>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><div id=\"pgc-1257-1-1\"  class=\"panel-grid-cell\" ><div id=\"panel-1257-1-1-0\" class=\"so-panel widget widget_sow-editor panel-first-child panel-last-child\" data-index=\"3\" ><div class=\"panel-widget-style panel-widget-style-for-1257-1-1-0\" ><div\n\t\t\t\n\t\t\tclass=\"so-widget-sow-editor so-widget-sow-editor-base\"\n\t\t\t\n\t\t>\n<div class=\"siteorigin-widget-tinymce textwidget\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<h3 style=\"margin-bottom:20px ;display:block;width:100%;margin-top:10px\">The Complete Package <\/h3>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<style>\r\n\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t#tab_container_1185 {\r\n\toverflow:hidden;\r\n\tdisplay:block;\r\n\twidth:100%;\r\n\tborder:0px solid #ddd;\r\n\tmargin-bottom:30px;\r\n\t}\r\n\r\n#tab_container_1185 .tab-content{\r\n\tpadding:20px;\r\n\tborder: 1px solid #e6e6e6 !important;\r\n\tmargin-top: 0px;\r\n\tbackground-color:#ffffff !important;\r\n\tcolor: #000000 !important;\r\n\tfont-size:18px !important;\r\n\tfont-family: Arial !important;\r\n\t\r\n\t\tborder: 1px solid #e6e6e6 !important;\r\n\t}\r\n#tab_container_1185 .wpsm_nav-tabs {\r\n    border-bottom: 0px solid #ddd;\r\n}\r\n#tab_container_1185 .wpsm_nav-tabs > li.active > a, #tab_container_1185 .wpsm_nav-tabs > li.active > a:hover, #tab_container_1185 .wpsm_nav-tabs > li.active > a:focus {\r\n\tcolor: #000000 !important;\r\n\tcursor: default;\r\n\tbackground-color: #ffffff !important;\r\n\tborder: 1px solid #e6e6e6 !important;\r\n}\r\n\r\n#tab_container_1185 .wpsm_nav-tabs > li > a {\r\n    margin-right: 0px !important; 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Her friends despair of cheering her up. Even making her mayor of their idyllic Colorado mountain town doesn\u2019t awaken the joyous, passionate Lenny they once knew.<\/p>\r\n<p>But the arrival of the corporate planners from the Wilderness Campaign brings back some of Lenny\u2019s fire. They already act like they own the place, including the arrogant Sloane McHenry. Pinedale\u2014and her fractured family\u2014does not need a Fortune 500 fix.<\/p>\r\n<p>Sloane is always hunting for the complete package and she\u2019s got it in Pinedale. The mayor is a spineless pushover, the site only holds a dilapidated shop owned by the aforementioned mayor and Sloane has a secret weapon that will prove useful should she meet resistance. This project\u2019s not just about profit, either, for reasons she can\u2019t explain\u2014not even to herself.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t <div role=\"tabpanel\" class=\"tab-pane \" id=\"tabs_desc_1185_2\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Rocket\u2019s Story<\/p>\r\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-1188\" src=\"https:\/\/annroberts.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/Rocket.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"240\" height=\"320\" srcset=\"https:\/\/annroberts.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/Rocket.jpeg 240w, https:\/\/annroberts.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/Rocket-225x300.jpeg 225w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 240px) 100vw, 240px\" \/>\r\n<p>Rocket was a hero and an inspiration. His future owner, Barb Steele, first learned of him from the TV news. He was abandoned in a Phoenix backyard\u2014for a month. He was horribly emaciated when he was found and it was a miracle he survived. He was a fighter and the Arizona Humane Society quickly learned that Rocket\u2019s awful experience hadn\u2019t tarnished his beautiful heart. He still loved people.<\/p>\r\n<p>Of course, Rocket\u2019s amazing story got the attention of the media and there was no shortage of people who wanted to adopt him. The Humane Society asked potential owners to write an essay about why they wished to adopt Rocket. Barb Steele\u2019s old, beloved dog had recently crossed the Rainbow Bridge, and when she saw Rocket, she knew they could care for each other. She won the contest, and Barb began the arduous task of nursing him back to health. His recovery was unbelievable and he was awarded the HERO medal by Maricopa County.<\/p>\r\n<p>Barb thought children would benefit from hearing Rocket\u2019s story and meeting him. She formed Rocket\u2019s Rangers and visited 2nd, 3rd, and 4th grade classrooms, teaching young people about the importance of proper pet care and spaying and neutering pets. Over the course of several years, Rocket visited hundreds of classrooms, recruiting thousands of children to be \u201cRangers,\u201d vowing to be good pet owners. Once again, he was awarded the HERO medal from Maricopa County for his service to the community.<\/p>\r\n<p>My wife and I had the opportunity to spend a week pet sitting Rocket in Barb\u2019s summer home located in Ridgway, Colorado, a small town in western Colorado that became the setting for my novel, The Complete Package. Decades before, the John Wayne film, True Grit, had been filmed in Ridgeway. It was a charming little town at the base of the NAME SOME GEOGRAPHY. It was truly inspiring, and it was an honor to take care of a celebrity pooch. Of course, Rocket was included in The Complete Package, performing more heroic acts throughout the story.<\/p>\r\n<p>Despite Rocket\u2019s difficult life before he was adopted by Barb, he lived to be fifteen years old. He crossed the Rainbow Bridge in 2019, having touched the lives of thousands of children.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t <\/div>\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t <div role=\"tabpanel\" class=\"tab-pane \" id=\"tabs_desc_1185_3\">\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<p align=\"center\">CHAPTER ONE<\/p>\r\n<p>2007<\/p>\r\n<p>When the call came Sunday afternoon, Lenny Barclay excused herself from parenting. Her son Seth provided a logical reason to sever their relationship and she didn\u2019t fight it. For Lenny, who always believed she was an inferior parent at her best moments, it was like someone showing her the exit door in a dark theater after a long movie. A\u00a0<em>really<\/em>\u00a0long movie.<\/p>\r\n<p>She\u2019d given up analyzing why she wasn\u2019t a good mother, willing to accept the easy explanations she\u2019d heard endlessly throughout his childhood from countless sources. Her own mother faulted herself for Lenny\u2019s free spirit and inability to create proper boundaries. The counselor at Seth\u2019s school suggested Lenny and her son were growing up together since his conception was the surprise present she unknowingly received at her eighteenth birthday party. A friend-of-a-friend had got her drunk and convinced her\u2014at least for fifteen minutes\u2014that she wasn\u2019t a lesbian. At first she\u2019d thought the counselor might be on to something\u2026until the woman propositioned her during their second session.<\/p>\r\n<p>It was the other parents, though, that she encountered during Seth\u2019s childhood who displayed open disdain for her, whispering behind her back, snickering at her ideas during PTA meetings and refusing to allow their children to attend his yearly birthday parties (even the pirate-themed one) that convinced her she was a terrible parent. She didn\u2019t fit the mold and never gained acceptance, no matter how hard she tried.<\/p>\r\n<p>She and Seth had endured mainly because she found a partner who was a natural parent. She attributed Seth\u2019s fine qualities to Pru, a woman who was everything she was not. Then after high school graduation, he announced he was leaving, moving to South Carolina to be near his father, a man who\u2019d actually been a\u00a0<em>worse<\/em><br \/>parent than she had.<\/p>\r\n<p>He\u2019d made the statement blithely at the conclusion of Christmas dinner, and she doubted he\u2019d noticed the dropped jaws around the table, particularly hers and Pru\u2019s. There was no foreshadowing, no emotional swell behind the words, no tears. Sometimes he could be\u00a0<em>such a boy,<\/em>\u00a0and at those moments during his life, she\u2019d found herself wishing for a daughter, someone who was like her and possessed a greater level of empathy and foresight.<\/p>\r\n<p>A\u00a0<em>girl<\/em>\u00a0would never have announced such a life-changing decision as the homemade pumpkin pie was being served. A\u00a0<em>girl\u00a0<\/em>would have realized guests and extended family were prepared only to discuss lighthearted anecdotes, the weather and the follies of past Christmases. Such an emotional hairpin turn was more than they bargained for when they agreed to attend a meal on Jesus\u2019s birthday, not that many of her friends or family were religious. A\u00a0<em>girl\u00a0<\/em>would be cognizant that once the words were spoken, the pie would cease to be the center of attention as everyone reflected on what Lenny had done to drive her child away. Girls got it. Boys did not. She had a boy.<\/p>\r\n<p>So, the last week of January, she\u2019d driven Seth to the airport and dropped him at the curb. He\u2019d given her a hug and the perfunctory \u201cI love you\u201d as he got out of the car. He\u2019d disappeared through the sliding doors, and she\u2019d circled the terminal five more times searching to escape the numbness that enveloped her. She wanted to feel an emotion,\u00a0<em>any\u00a0<\/em>emotion.<\/p>\r\n<p>Then a homeless person stepped in front of her Jeep and she slammed on her brakes to save him. After he\u2019d flipped her off and she\u2019d returned the gesture\u2014totally pissed\u2014she\u2019d gone home.\u00a0<em>Anger<\/em>. It was something.<\/p>\r\n<p>That was over a year ago. They\u2019d been reduced to phone calls on Sunday, and he continually kept her waiting, as he was doing now.\u00a0<em>He is such a boy.<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p>She checked her watch and refilled her iced tea in the kitchen, carefully stepping over the three dogs that had parked themselves on the cool ceramic tile. Pru, the love of her life for the last seventeen years and her son\u2019s second mother, busied herself with work from the office. She casually tossed her long, graying ponytail behind her shoulders and studied the spreadsheets in front of her. She was fifty-four, but hardly looked a day over forty. She attributed her youthful face to her vegetarian lifestyle, something Lenny couldn\u2019t embrace but apparently didn\u2019t need to because at thirty-seven she was still getting carded.<\/p>\r\n<p>Pru was a flurry of paper, shifting her attention between the multiple stacks covering the dining room table. When she worked, it was a whole body experience. She scanned the pages with her pencil, sometimes shaking her head in disagreement or murmuring an \u201cuh-huh\u201d when a projection was spot-on. She would often crosscheck figures, transferring documents over the table in the complicated ballet that had assured job security and thirty years of success at a company she\u2019d helped establish. Her retirement was set, unlike that of Lenny, who\u2019d spent her entire adult life avoiding a boss, too busy looking for the next cause to support or underdog to defend.<\/p>\r\n<p>Lenny loved watching Pru work, and over the years Pru\u2019s industry often inspired her to be a better person or at least get a better job. She\u2019d never graduated from college, unable to accumulate enough classes to complete a program of study and gain a diploma. Yet, she had one hundred and seventy-five credits and was rumored to be the only UNLV student to have taken courses in\u00a0<em>every<\/em><br \/>discipline. She viewed it as a point of pride, but the slew of academic advisors who\u2019d met with her over the years had shaken their heads and talked with her about focus and goals.<\/p>\r\n<p>The focus part she understood. With Seth\u2019s arrival shortly after high school graduation, she\u2019d balanced school, a job and parenting, relying heavily on her own parents for support. She\u2019d started as a business major but took a philosophy class for fun and loved it. Then there was psychology and marketing and computer graphics. She loved learning but nothing seemed to click.<\/p>\r\n<p>Equally intriguing were the university\u2019s student organizations. She\u2019d always sought justice, and as a child she\u2019d found herself in the principal\u2019s office more than a few times for protecting the weak or refusing to abide by an unfair school policy\u2014such as the one that forbade her from asking a girl to the school dance. She\u2019d always been on the outside until she got to college. There she met entire groups of people who wanted to save the earth, defend helpless lab animals and feed the starving children in third world countries.<\/p>\r\n<p>She\u2019d throw Seth on her back and go to sit-ins and protests. He\u2019d learned quickly, and she had a great photo of him as a two-year-old, shaking his fist at a pro-choice rally. All the while, she worked jobs like \u201cCustomer Service Coordinator\u201d or \u201cComptroller II.\u201d Work was something that happened after classes in the morning and before evenings of playing with Seth and studying.<\/p>\r\n<p>When she turned twenty-one, she went to work on the Vegas strip as a blackjack dealer, making ridiculous money at night and taking courses during the day. It was the ideal life\u2014until her mother had invoked some tough love and refused to care for Seth anymore. He was three by then. Lenny made plans to move to Reno, but fate stepped in the night Pru slid onto a stool at her blackjack table. They flirted for two hours until the end of her shift, and when Pru\u2019s accounting convention concluded at the end of the week, Lenny packed up Seth and went to Arizona with her. Just like that.<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cWhy don\u2019t you call\u00a0<em>him<\/em>?\u201d Pru suggested without looking up.<\/p>\r\n<p>It amazed her how Pru could be so invested in her work and cognizant of her surroundings at the same time. \u201cHe\u2019s supposed to call me. It\u2019s his\u00a0<em>turn<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cHe probably forgot.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>She settled in the chair across from Pru, cell phone in hand. She checked to make sure it was on and had juice. It was fine. \u201cHe\u2019s probably too involved with his new girlfriend.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cCould be,\u201d Pru agreed.<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cYou know, he went to church with her last week. Did I mention that?\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>Pru looked up. \u201cYou didn\u2019t. What religion?\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cI didn\u2019t ask.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cChicken.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>Lenny laughed. \u201cI love you, you know?\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>Pru returned to her numbers. \u201cYou\u2019d better. As your accountant, I can tell you you\u2019re stuck.\u201d When Lenny continued to fret, Pru grabbed her own phone and hit speed dial. \u201cThis is bullshit.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>Lenny heard it ringing and her anxiety grew. A part of her didn\u2019t want him to answer, but it was always that way. She hated phones and he wasn\u2019t any better, so their conversations were a series of short phrases and questions. Pru, on the other hand, was a master of dialogue and could engage anyone in long conversations, even their son.<\/p>\r\n<p>When he answered, Pru said, \u201cTalk to your mother. Shame on you for forgetting it was your week to call. You owe us another fifty bucks in the Lousy Son Jar.\u201d She handed Lenny the phone.<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cHey,\u201d she said.<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cHey.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cAre you busy?\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cNo, not really.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cDid you forget it was your week?\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>He paused and the anxiety returned. He knew it was his turn to call. He knew it, but he hadn\u2019t done it. He was avoiding her. Pru\u2019s eyes darted from a file to Lenny\u2019s face. Although she couldn\u2019t hear Seth\u2019s part of the conversation, they had decided Pru was the phone monitor, and it was her job to keep Lenny\u2019s tone in check so the call didn\u2019t devolve into a shouting match as it had in the past.<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cLook, Mom, I\u2019ve been thinking these weekly calls are a bit much.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>There it was. \u201cOh. How often would you like to speak on the phone? Were you thinking every two weeks?\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cUm, well, I think I just need some space.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cYou need space? You\u2019re in South Carolina and we\u2019re in Arizona. How much more space can you need?\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cNo, not that kind of space. More like mental space.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cYou need mental space?\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>Pru dropped the file and rested her chin on her clasped hands. She was squeezing them tightly to control her anger.<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cWhat\u2019s going on, honey?\u201d Lenny asked evenly. She\u2019d learned it was impossible to lecture him across the country. He either hung up or set down the phone and started doing something else while he said, \u201cUh-huh,\u201d when she paused at appropriate points.<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m having concerns about our relationship, or, well, actually your relationship with Pru.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cExcuse me? What\u00a0<em>about<\/em>\u00a0my relationship with Pru?\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cI\u2019ve been going to church with Jennifer\u2014\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cIs that your new girlfriend?\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cMom, she\u2019s more than that. We\u2019re in love.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cYou\u2019re nineteen and you\u2019ve never had a girlfriend. You\u2019ve fallen for the first girl you\u2019ve met. Are you having sex?\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cMom, that\u2019s none of your business! Anyway, Dad likes her. He even went to church.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cYour father is going to church with you? The man who said Nietzsche was right and God was dead?\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>Pru started waving her hands, their signal for Lenny to back off.<\/p>\r\n<p>She heard paper rustling in the background. He cleared his throat and said, \u201cMom, I know this is probably difficult for you to understand. I\u2019ve been reassessing my relationship with my Lord and Savior, and as much as I love you, I can\u2019t approve of your lifestyle.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>Lenny hung up the phone.<\/p>\r\n<h2>CHAPTER TWO<\/h2>\r\n<p align=\"center\"><em>2012<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p>A three-and-a-half million-dollar deal depended on the next twenty-six minutes. Racing through Midway Airport, Sloane McHenry was almost certain she would miss her connecting flight to Portland, which was scheduled to leave in twenty-six, no twenty-<em>four<\/em>\u00a0minutes. Leslie, her travel agent, always allowed for at least an hour between connections so Sloane could work her routine. But even Leslie couldn\u2019t control the weather or the unpredicted snowstorm, the first of the winter season.<\/p>\r\n<p>She\u2019d have to do everything twice as fast. Thank god she was wearing her two-inch heels and not her stilettos. First stop was always the terminal restroom, since she refused to use airplane lavatories. While her niece constantly reminded her about the studies on bacteria from the toilet spray, Sloane found it abhorrent that men and small children couldn\u2019t hit the hole in such an enclosed space. Fortunately, there wasn\u2019t a line, and she was an expert at the fast pee.\u00a0<em>Nineteen minutes.<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p>She barreled onto the moving sidewalk, muttering \u201cPardon me\u201d repeatedly as she wiggled her carry-on past the passengers who didn\u2019t understand that the left side was reserved for people in a\u00a0<em>hurry<\/em>. A few travelers gave her a sharp stare when her carry-on failed to navigate the human obstacle course and crashed into a hairy leg that should not have ever worn shorts and, worse, a large woman\u2019s derriere that clearly stretched beyond the halfway point of the walkway. When Sloane\u2019s bag rolled over a child\u2019s dropped teddy bear, she caught the glare of the appalled parents.<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cWhat? It\u2019s not like it\u2019s real,\u201d she hissed as she ran past.<\/p>\r\n<p>The sidewalk ended and she turned left, ignoring the father\u2019s threatening reply.\u00a0<em>Whatever.<\/em><br \/><em>Seventeen minutes.\u00a0<\/em>She charged into a news shop and grabbed a\u00a0<em>Wall Street Journal<\/em>\u00a0and a Red Bull. There was only one person ahead of her, a middle-aged woman fumbling through an oversized bag covered in a gaudy floral print. On the counter were the woman\u2019s purchases: a bottle of water, a pack of spearmint gum and a\u00a0<em>People\u00a0<\/em>magazine.<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cI know my wallet\u2019s in here somewhere,\u201d she said while her hand groped the depths of the purse.<\/p>\r\n<p>Sloane glanced at the zoned-out salesclerk, who couldn\u2019t have cared less about the woman\u2019s scavenger hunt. Unlike most everyone else in the airport, he was going nowhere. The customer seemed to be moving in slow motion and recognition crossed her face each time she realized whichever object she was touching in the bag. It reminded Sloane of a similar game in school where each person had a chance to guess the identity of something placed in a sack based on how it felt. She thought the game was pointless\u00a0<em>(Just take out the damn thing and look at it!),\u00a0<\/em>and she didn\u2019t have time to wait now.<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cLet me get that for you,\u201d Sloane said in her electric PR voice, the one that energized entire rooms of people to do exactly what she wanted. It was always accompanied by a dazzling smile and a stare that was slightly hypnotic.<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cOh, I couldn\u2019t,\u201d the woman said. \u201cI have the money but somehow my little leather wallet manages to get buried in the cracks and crevices, like it\u2019s hibernating for winter,\u201d she added. Her roly-poly face brightened. \u201cI think I found it.\u201d She pulled out a small red billfold and frowned. \u201cOops, these are my pictures.\u201d She dropped it back in the voluminous bag and swirled the contents some more.<\/p>\r\n<p>Sloane dropped a twenty on the counter and held up the Red Bull and the newspaper.<br \/>\u201cThis is for me, and in the event that anyone else walks up who has to catch a plane sometime\u00a0<em>today,\u00a0<\/em>I\u2019ll pay for them too but not\u00a0<em>her,\u201d\u00a0<\/em>she added, motioning to the woman.<\/p>\r\n<p>Her jaw dropped and Sloane heard her say, \u201cWell, I never!\u201d but she didn\u2019t hear the rest. She\u2019d already passed two gates down the concourse.<\/p>\r\n<p>They announced last call for her flight. She scowled. She\u2019d make it, but she\u2019d have to read the newspaper on the plane rather than at the gate. She didn\u2019t like that. She needed to prep for her meeting while the plane was in the air.<\/p>\r\n<p>She sailed down the gangplank and into the shiny silver tube. She found her first-class seat next to a young butch in an ill-fitting black suit and purple silk shirt. She looked as if she were playing dress up, and when she smiled, Sloane felt the corners of her mouth turn up automatically. Whatever she did and wherever she was going, Sloane imagined, the heavy hitters were going to eat her for lunch.\u00a0<em>I\u2019d like to eat her up as well.<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p>The butch returned to the SkyMall magazine she was reading, and Sloane dug her mint tin out of her briefcase. Although the container hadn\u2019t held any candy for a long time, the faint smell of peppermint lingered and disguised the true contents\u2014her stash of Vicodin. She popped two in her mouth and washed it down with the Red Bull.<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cWorried about your breath?\u201d the butch asked. Her gaze remained on the magazine, but she wore a knowing grin.<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cVery,\u201d Sloane replied. She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes, waiting for the chemical combustion to occur. The energy drink kept her going at full speed and the vikes lessened the inevitable stress of work. It was her version of yoga without the sweating and stretching.<\/p>\r\n<p>She ignored the requests of the flight attendants to read the pocket brochure on water landings, preferring to scan the\u00a0<em>Journal\u00a0<\/em>instead<em>.\u00a0<\/em>She wasn\u2019t about to ruin her pleasant buzz by watching the ridiculous oxygen demonstration for the twelve hundredth and fifty-fourth time. She\u2019d kept track and knew she\u2019d accumulated millions of frequent flyer miles, which she occasionally used for vacation jaunts but, more often than not, transferred to friends or Regina, her \u201cadopted\u201d niece and vice president of new accounts. Regina was her pride and joy, a young woman whose drive and determination rivaled her own.\u00a0<em>Maybe someday she\u2019ll take over\u2014if she doesn\u2019t wander off down the trite route of mother and wife. Now that there\u2019s a man in the picture\u2026<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p>The takeoff was uneventful, and she was amused at the sight of the butch gazing through the tiny window, studying the disappearing landscape below. Sloane remembered a time when she regularly claimed the window seat and spent the first five minutes enjoying a bird\u2019s-eye view of the world, but that was about a thousand flights ago. She\u2019d realized that from the sky most every city in America was an unoriginal collection of rectangles and rhombuses topped by gray roofs.<\/p>\r\n<p>The customary ding traveled through the cabin, and the pilot gave the okay for electronic devices to be turned on. She wistfully abandoned the newspaper, unwilling to squander too much time away from work. She reached for her iPad and noticed the butch doing the same. The flight from Chicago to Portland was four hours and nineteen minutes long, which meant she could get all of her weekly reports read and annotated without any increase to her blood pressure, thanks to the calming effect of the Vicodin, originally prescribed for a neck injury she\u2019d sustained during a fall at an indoor climbing facility. She\u2019d feigned pain long after it was gone, and the prescriptions from her understanding and ancient physician kept coming. It just felt too good. Once she discovered the Red Bull, everyone around her benefited.<\/p>\r\n<p>No longer did she rip off castigating emails to employees for innocent mistakes or fire people at will for fumbling company protocols. When she was high on vikes and Red Bull, her empathy for the human condition soared and music played in her head like a soundtrack for her life.<\/p>\r\n<p>Case in point: an employee named Curtis Bean could thank the Red Bull company, Van Morrison\u2019s \u201cBright Side of the Road\u201d and the Pfizer drug company for his job, which he would\u00a0<em>not\u00a0<\/em>be losing upon Sloane\u2019s return to Boston despite the sloppy quarterly report he\u2019d submitted on the Seattle store. She composed an email to him, and instead of creating a subject line titled \u201cCLEAN OUT YOUR DESK,\u201d she merely wrote, \u201cSee me upon my return.\u201d No screaming, no capital letters or ultimatums that she and Curtis would regret.<\/p>\r\n<p>When she looked at her watch again, an hour had passed. She\u2019d finished her reports and was about to start answering her general email, when she felt the first bump. Sparkling water sloshed out of the plastic cup on her tray table, and she quickly moved her iPad and dabbed at the puddle with her tiny napkin.<\/p>\r\n<p>She glanced at the butch, who was wiping gin and tonic off her pants. \u201cDamn.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>The captain announced there was some significant turbulence ahead, and he was turning on the Fasten Seat Belt sign, which would suspend further food and beverage service. While Sloane had flown often enough to experience rough turbulence, she knew it was bad if the flight attendants were ordered to the jump seats. Still, the captain\u2019s silky voice told the passengers he wasn\u2019t concerned.\u00a0<em>Maybe he\u2019s taken\u00a0<\/em>his<em>\u00a0vikes.<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p>She attempted to work as the turbulence increased, but she couldn\u2019t concentrate, her mind focused on the next bump\u2014when it would come and how hard it would be.<\/p>\r\n<p>The butch had given up working completely. She\u2019d put away her iPad and was gripping the armrests. When she realized Sloane was watching her, she said, \u201cI\u2019m not a good flyer.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cI can tell,\u201d Sloane replied. \u201cWhat\u2019s your name?\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m Chris. I\u2019d shake your hand, but I\u2019m worried that a hole is going to appear in the ceiling, and if I\u2019m not clinging to my seat, I\u2019ll be sucked into the atmosphere.\u201d She tried to be witty and sophisticated, but her nervous expression belied her youth.<\/p>\r\n<p><em>She can\u2019t be more than twenty-five. So young. So fresh. Just my type.<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m Sloane and I\u2019ll forgive your manners.\u201d She leaned toward her and linked their arms together, caressing her clenched fingers. \u201cThis way, if a hole appears, you won\u2019t go through it alone.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cThat\u2019s mighty nice of you,\u201d she said, offering Sloane a huge whiff of her gin-laden breath. \u201cAren\u2019t you even a little worried?\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m used to it. Are you going to be sick? I\u2019m not going to be happy if your gin and tonics wind up all over my Armani suit.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>Chris shook her head as the aircraft bounced twice. Both women joined the collective gasp that came from the passengers. Sloane\u2019s stomach had just recuperated when the plane hit another bump, one so hard it felt as if they\u2019d landed on pavement. The little yellow masks toppled from above and a flurry of arms grabbed for them. Sloane calmly affixed her own mask over her head and then helped Chris with hers. She tried to breathe normally, remembering the one other time she\u2019d used the oxygen mask\u2014on a vacation with Sunshine, a woman who had not lived up to her name.<\/p>\r\n<p>A few cries for help could be heard in economy, from passengers too panicked or too stupid to stick the cups over their mouths. A flight attendant\u2019s voice reinstructed the passengers about the masks and reminded them to put their seat and tray table in the upright position with their seat belt fastened.<\/p>\r\n<p>A brave flight attendant hustled down the aisle, checking on the passengers. She was knocked to the floor when the next bump came and slid the plane into a sideways skid. She quickly scrambled back to her jump seat. The passengers would have to figure things out themselves.<\/p>\r\n<p>Chris\u2019s face was a white sheet against the bright yellow mask, her terrified brown eyes staring into Sloane\u2019s. \u201cHow are you so calm?\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cYears of flying,\u201d Sloane replied easily. \u201cYou need something.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>She quickly grabbed her purse and popped two vikes in Chris\u2019s hand before the next bump came, one that made her stomach leap into her throat. Across the aisle, a man retched into a barf bag, his entire front already covered in vomit.<\/p>\r\n<p>Chris studied the pills in her hand, a questioning look on her face.<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s candy.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>She pulled off her mask long enough to swallow the pills. She nodded her thanks, and Sloane knew it would only be a few minutes for the drugs to kick in given the amount of alcohol she\u2019d already consumed.<\/p>\r\n<p>She closed her eyes and attempted to steady her breathing. She\u2019d never experienced anything like this, and even though she was a veteran traveler, it was getting harder to keep calm. The cries and shouts from economy class were increasing and the plane didn\u2019t sound right. A high-pitched wheezing, like metal scraping against metal, resonated above the man-made din.<\/p>\r\n<p>After fifteen hundred flights, the hum of an airplane engine was white noise, a pleasant mask against crying babies and drunk college students, the two groups most hated by business travelers. The engine noise kept her sane, but now, she knew, something was\u00a0<em>mechanically\u00a0<\/em>wrong. She could hear it.<\/p>\r\n<p>She realized the turbulence had stopped. The shrieks of the passengers subsided, leaving only the strange sounding engine. A flight attendant answered the cockpit phone and stayed on the line for a long time. When the ironically soothing ding sounded, indicating the captain would address them, the plane finally went quiet, and she knew they were in trouble.<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cWell, folks,\u201d he said, \u201cI won\u2019t lie to you. That was some of the worst turbulence I\u2019ve ever encountered in my twenty-six years of flying. We\u2019re through it now, but some caution lights have come on, and we\u2019re going to make an unscheduled landing in Jackson Hole, Wyoming, which is only thirty miles away. You absolutely must stay in your seats with your seat belt buckled as we make our descent, just in case there\u2019s more turbulence. We are flying below ten thousand feet, so you may remove your oxygen masks at this time. After we arrive in Jackson Hole, members of the airline staff will help you with a connecting flight.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>Her throat was dry. Never had she heard a captain\u00a0<em>order\u00a0<\/em>the passengers to remain in their seats. The flight attendants breezed down the aisle, plastic smiles glued to their faces as they checked seat belts and offered words of encouragement.<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d Chris slurred. \u201cAre we gonna die?\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>She shook her head, although she wasn\u2019t entirely convinced. Emergency landings meant something wasn\u2019t working or could stop working at any moment.<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cYou finally look scared,\u201d Chris observed.<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cI am a little,\u201d she conceded.<\/p>\r\n<p>Chris sat straighter in her chair, her courage fueled by Seagram\u2019s and Vicodin. She leaned very close to Sloane. \u201cIf I\u2019m gonna die, then I wanna die kissing someone, and if I live, I\u2019ll have a great story.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p><em>If she weren\u2019t so cute, she\u2019d be creepy. What the hell.<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p>She expected a sloppy kiss from the young and inebriated butch, not a sizzling connection with just the right amount of tongue. A tingle crept down her back and settled between her legs.<\/p>\r\n<p>The idiot covered in vomit across the aisle uttered a homophobic protest. With her free hand, she flashed him the bird, all the while enjoying Chris\u2019s tantalizing mouth and the swell of her left breast, which fit nicely in her hand.<\/p>\r\n<p>Their distracting behavior lasted only a few seconds until the ding overhead broke the kiss. Sloane gazed at Chris, her eyes still closed and wearing a broad grin.\u00a0<em>If we die, I will have fulfilled her last wish. I\u2019m a fucking saint.<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cOkay, folks, we\u2019re nearing Jackson Hole, and we\u2019re going to ask that everyone lean forward in your seats, placing your head between your hands. We\u2019re expecting a difficult landing.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>Chris began to cry. \u201cShit.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p>\u201cTake my hand,\u201d Sloane whispered.<\/p>\r\n<p>A chill gripped her, and she noticed her knees were visibly shaking. Chris\u2019s grip was vise-like, but she couldn\u2019t feel it. She was cold and numb.\u00a0<em>Perhaps this is fear.<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p>She realized the last time she\u2019d sat like this\u2014bent over with head bowed\u2014was in church as a child. Crash position and prayer. Maybe there was a reason they were identical. Maybe she should start praying now, but she didn\u2019t believe it would really matter. She doubted God, if she or he existed, would listen to such a late arrival.<\/p>\r\n<p>She wasn\u2019t a religious person and couldn\u2019t stand all of the hypocrisy, greed and judgment she felt existed in most religions. She was a straight shooter, but since she might be moments from dying, she also should admit she wasn\u2019t a very nice person. She didn\u2019t even think she was a good person, although she\u2019d done a few\u00a0<em>good\u00a0<\/em>things in her life, such as raising Regina.<\/p>\r\n<p>Again, though, that hadn\u2019t started out as a good deed. Her best friend Mimi had inherited Regina after a tragic set of circumstances. For a while Sloane had resented her for intruding on the fun life she and Mimi had enjoyed. She\u2019d laugh at Regina and call her Stickgirl because she was thin and awkward.<\/p>\r\n<p>The resentment faded when she realized Regina reminded her of her own teen self. Regina worshipped her, so much so that when she had to write about the person she admired the most, she chose Sloane. She declared she wanted to go work for her someday at Wilderness Campaign. Sloane had never been so flattered.<\/p>\r\n<p>She wiped away the tears falling on her shoes, grateful that Chris couldn\u2019t see her crying. She should have done more. She should have been more supportive when Regina met Seth. She\u2019d lost count of the number of times she\u2019d ridiculed him and forced Regina to defend him.<\/p>\r\n<p>The plane drifted lower. They would never know when impact occurred and when their lives could end. She thought of the places she\u2019d not yet visited\u2014Turkey, Morocco and Greece.<\/p>\r\n<p>She\u2019d planned a trip to Greece once, bought the tickets and then something had happened\u2026What was it? She couldn\u2019t remember, but it must have involved work. There was always work.<\/p>\r\n<p><em>Why am I so hard on Regina? I need to do more for her.<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p>If they lived, she was going to Greece.\u00a0<em>Maybe I\u2019ll go there from Jackson Hole<\/em>. Not likely. She\u2019d never drop a three-and-a-half-million-dollar deal for anyone or anything. That was why they called her \u201cthe bitch.\u201d<\/p>\r\n<p><em>I can be better. I just want to live.<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p>She chuckled at the ridiculousness of the situation. Her entire life was in someone else\u2019s hands, and there wasn\u2019t a damn thing she could do about it. She was helpless. She\u2019d never been helpless, not even as a child. Her parents wouldn\u2019t allow it. She\u2019d been doing her own laundry at four and cooking at six. A few eyebrows had been raised when she learned to drive at twelve, but nobody bothered to report her father to the authorities. She\u2019d been self-sufficient her whole life, which came down to the next few minutes.<\/p>\r\n<p><em>We\u2019re close to the ground. I can feel it.<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p>People were sobbing around her, and she heard Chris whispering the Lord\u2019s Prayer.<\/p>\r\n<p><em>I will be better.<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p>They slammed against the tarmac, but the sound was lost in the passengers\u2019 screams as luggage flew out of the overhead bins. They spun sideways, and she jolted into the armrest. A deafening explosion followed and she covered her ears frantically. She waited for the plane to cartwheel and break in half, but it just kept spinning\u2014slowing\u2014until it stopped.<\/p>\r\n<p>The screams turned to cheers. The flight attendants, tears streaming down their faces, helped the first-class passengers exit the plane quickly, their belongings forgotten for the moment. She and Chris joined the line to exit. Only an elderly couple remained motionless in their seats, the wife buried in the husband\u2019s chest.<\/p>\r\n<p><em>It\u2019s just like any other flight now. We all have somewhere to be. This moment has past.<\/em>\u00a0She looked back at the couple.\u00a0<em>Except for them. They really get it. They understand.<\/em><\/p>\r\n<p>They remained in the Jackson Hole Airport for over three hours. The cries and wails had ceased, replaced by threats of attorneys and shouts of frustrations. The airline held them hostage in the tiny terminal as local officials interviewed each one of the distraught and hungry passengers and finally reunited them with much of their luggage.<\/p>\r\n<p>Chris remained by her side the entire time. 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