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"Papakeea what?"
"Our new home; the apartment complex."
"Do you know where it is?"
I shrugged my shoulders and pointed to the horizon. "Somewhere there. We'll find it. Just wait and see!"
"Oh you!" she said and punched me gently.
Looking down unto the sea it seemed to me that we were coming near to the islands. The weather had improved. The morning sun had burned off the clouds over the water. There were some white cumulus 'mountains' scattered across the sky, and one big gray one in the distance that was producing some rain. We tried a game of matching the shadows on the sea to the clouds that caused them. Also there were many light patches of shallow turquoise waters. "That's where the divers must get their corals from," Jennie observed. She was very close to me now. We both looked through the same small window while we talked. Still, I didn't dare touch her.
"How long has it been that we have known each other?" I asked her at one point.
"Seven years. Maybe more. Why do you want to know?"
"Because I still remember the day we met, that bright morning in the Colorado Mountains when Frank introduced me to you. You responded by asking me to stay for lunch. Your smile felt so warm, I shall always remember it. I've loved you ever since, you know. Now something is happening again."
"You are different," she replied. "I've always felt comfortable being with you, knowing that you would keep our relationship at a level that would require no compromises. But now I'm afraid that what we once meant to each other may be gone, and be gone forever. Still, I'm not scared."
"Is it wise to keep things the way they were?" I asked. "We both have changed, Jennie. What has happened has changed us. The world itself has changed! But we are still human beings and respond to our feelings as we always have. Even if it were possible to go back to the way we were, I'm not sure that I would want to."
She smiled in reply and said nothing more on the subject.
I pointed to the sea once again where I had spotted a fishing boat. "We must be close to the islands," I said, and hugged her slightly. I was right. Soon, the windward side of Maui came into view. It was high time for me to get back to the cockpit. I kissed her quickly, and hurried to the flight deck.
The warm feeling that this simple kiss generated stayed with me. It felt great! I felt at this moment as if I could take on the world and win. Indeed, the world had changed, and I with it.
The tower at Kahuluie cautioned us that our landing would be difficult. The runway wasn't designed to handle heavy long-range jets, overloaded, sluggish in response and slow to stop. But that 'small' obstacle didn't disturb me, not in the least. It was merely a challenge. The weather was ideal. I felt great. I felt as though I could do anything. And I did. I trimmed the engines just right. I eased the giant crate onto the first fifty feet of runway without the slightest bounce or undue loading of the runway. At the end I stopped the thing with room to spare.
It was all done with ease. The passengers must have thought that I did this stunt twice a day, to have executed it so perfectly; not that anyone was aware that this had been a dangerous landing. In a way, it was almost a shame that we were getting off now. The tower had already told us that a new crew stood ready to take over, and that accommodation had been arranged for us at a small hotel in Hana.
"In Hana!" I exclaimed as we taxied to the ramp. I had always wanted to stay in Hana, but never managed to do so. I promised Harry and Ken that they would have a wonderful time there. Then I showed them the key to our own place.
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from novels by Rolf A. F. Witzsche
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