though she could care less.
"My home is New Jersey, but I have some business in Boston. If you're interested in getting out, there are lots of sights to see in Boston. There's the Museum of Fine Arts, The Prudential Skywalk, and Paul Revere House for starters."
"Thanks , I will consider that , but I'm staying at a beach house outside of Boston." She kind of liked the idea of going to those places. It might do her heart some good, plus she loved U.S. his tory. She noticed when he said museum he said it odd. He said it almost like Mooseum, like calling a cow.
"There are plenty of lighthouses, and nowadays you can even stay the night in some of them," said Peter.
"I'm sure Plymouth has many sights and many lighthouses."
"I think they have some of the oldest lighthouses in the nation, and if you go on the peninsula near Plymouth, there were lots of them. There's Wings Neck, Sandy Neck, Nobska Point, Race Point, Highland Light, Wood End, and Long Point Light."
"Oh my, you do know your light houses." Her eyes widened as he rattled them off his tongue with out thinking about it.
"My wife and I go light houses watching a few times a year. We enjoy the his tory of all of them. Sometime s we even go ghost hunting in them."
About that time, over the intercom the attendant called. "Ms. Andrews, please report to Gate 14." Lana looked over to the young attendant and she motioned for her to come over to the gate .
"They're calling me and thanks for the tips, and you have a safe trip," she said while gathering her belongings.
"You have a safe trip too," Peter said.
When Lana made the reservation she mentioned she wanted to sit alone. The attendant informed her about an empty seat at the back of the plane and no one would be near her .
Lana took it.
*****
The back of the plane must have been the working area. There were many men in their William Fioravanti, Milan's Caraceni, and Polo Ralph Lauren suits. They held their laptops and their Android phones were buzzing. O bvious ly the men flew many times because their belongings were organized in their small, tight space. The last few minutes they were hurriedly talking with their wives and offices, planning supper and making deals. One of the men even talked about giving one hundred thousand dollars to the Heart Association, and considering what happened with James, that made Lana feel elated. She got out her small HP laptop, granted it's not as fancy as theirs, but it suited the purpose. After all she is in the business section and she needed to look busy. She even put her glasses on to look important.
Once the plane climbed in the air her heart lightened. In just a few short hours she would be strolling along the beach and walking through her little quaint beach house. She might even sit for awhile and watch the Gurnet lighthouse that sits across the cove.
Tennessee's weather was warm and she looked forward to the cool fall weather, and a blazing fire to keep her warm at night. She wished she could remember if the fireplace was wood burning or gas. Deep down she 'd hoped it would be wood burning because she liked the crackling of the fire. Either way, it's a fresh start for her to apportion her feelings. Ye s, an absolute yes, getting away had been the best thing she could have ever done.
*****
She noticed Peter near the front of the plane. Even though he's a nice guy, she truly hoped he didn't come to the back. Since her flight would last three hours, she wanted to catch a couple of hours of sleep. She pulled out her Ipod and decided to listen to soft rock, the Carpenters. Actually it's the cool down music she listened to when she finished with her workout. The softness of the music helped put her to sleep, and she needed that desperately.
Just as she started to doze, she felt a tap on her shoulder. It was Peter. She pulled out an earplug.
"Hi Lana I'm on my way to the bathroom and I saw you sitting here, and I didn't want to be rude, so hi."
"Hi
"My home is New Jersey, but I have some business in Boston. If you're interested in getting out, there are lots of sights to see in Boston. There's the Museum of Fine Arts, The Prudential Skywalk, and Paul Revere House for starters."
"Thanks , I will consider that , but I'm staying at a beach house outside of Boston." She kind of liked the idea of going to those places. It might do her heart some good, plus she loved U.S. his tory. She noticed when he said museum he said it odd. He said it almost like Mooseum, like calling a cow.
"There are plenty of lighthouses, and nowadays you can even stay the night in some of them," said Peter.
"I'm sure Plymouth has many sights and many lighthouses."
"I think they have some of the oldest lighthouses in the nation, and if you go on the peninsula near Plymouth, there were lots of them. There's Wings Neck, Sandy Neck, Nobska Point, Race Point, Highland Light, Wood End, and Long Point Light."
"Oh my, you do know your light houses." Her eyes widened as he rattled them off his tongue with out thinking about it.
"My wife and I go light houses watching a few times a year. We enjoy the his tory of all of them. Sometime s we even go ghost hunting in them."
About that time, over the intercom the attendant called. "Ms. Andrews, please report to Gate 14." Lana looked over to the young attendant and she motioned for her to come over to the gate .
"They're calling me and thanks for the tips, and you have a safe trip," she said while gathering her belongings.
"You have a safe trip too," Peter said.
When Lana made the reservation she mentioned she wanted to sit alone. The attendant informed her about an empty seat at the back of the plane and no one would be near her .
Lana took it.
*****
The back of the plane must have been the working area. There were many men in their William Fioravanti, Milan's Caraceni, and Polo Ralph Lauren suits. They held their laptops and their Android phones were buzzing. O bvious ly the men flew many times because their belongings were organized in their small, tight space. The last few minutes they were hurriedly talking with their wives and offices, planning supper and making deals. One of the men even talked about giving one hundred thousand dollars to the Heart Association, and considering what happened with James, that made Lana feel elated. She got out her small HP laptop, granted it's not as fancy as theirs, but it suited the purpose. After all she is in the business section and she needed to look busy. She even put her glasses on to look important.
Once the plane climbed in the air her heart lightened. In just a few short hours she would be strolling along the beach and walking through her little quaint beach house. She might even sit for awhile and watch the Gurnet lighthouse that sits across the cove.
Tennessee's weather was warm and she looked forward to the cool fall weather, and a blazing fire to keep her warm at night. She wished she could remember if the fireplace was wood burning or gas. Deep down she 'd hoped it would be wood burning because she liked the crackling of the fire. Either way, it's a fresh start for her to apportion her feelings. Ye s, an absolute yes, getting away had been the best thing she could have ever done.
*****
She noticed Peter near the front of the plane. Even though he's a nice guy, she truly hoped he didn't come to the back. Since her flight would last three hours, she wanted to catch a couple of hours of sleep. She pulled out her Ipod and decided to listen to soft rock, the Carpenters. Actually it's the cool down music she listened to when she finished with her workout. The softness of the music helped put her to sleep, and she needed that desperately.
Just as she started to doze, she felt a tap on her shoulder. It was Peter. She pulled out an earplug.
"Hi Lana I'm on my way to the bathroom and I saw you sitting here, and I didn't want to be rude, so hi."
"Hi
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