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Authors: Kristin Noel Fischer
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trust God’s promise that all things worked together for good for those who loved Him? And what about flying? Would I ever find the courage to get back in the helicopter?
The rest of the afternoon passed quickly as I was fully booked and had little time to think, let alone worry. Around five, I talked to Nick over the phone. He said the mechanic was installing the broken part, and they’d be home shortly. I tried to feel relieved, but I desperately wanted to jump in the car and pick up Travis myself.
“Why don’t I bring Chinese takeout to your house so you don’t have to wait alone,” Bianca suggested, wiping down the counter.
“You don’t have to do that. I know they’re fine. I just need to work through my anxiety.”
“Are you still taking the medicine the doctor gave you?”
I shrugged. “Not really. I don’t like how it makes me feel flat and unmotivated.”
“Well, flat and unmotivated might not be such a bad thing because you’re about to chew off your lip, and it’s freaking me out.”
I pressed my lips together and reminded myself to breathe. “I’ll be fine.”
“Will you? I’m afraid if I leave you alone to wait, and it takes longer than expected, I might read about your breakdown in the Island Sun tomorrow morning.”
“Very funny.” I pressed my palms together and shifted my weight to stand in tree pose, one of the few yoga positions I regularly practiced. “I’ve gotten better, haven’t I?”
“You have. But let me bring you dinner tonight. Besides, I need a change of scenery.”
Bianca lived in a studio apartment above the salon. Many of the shops on Main Street boasted upstairs living quarters, including Vicki’s Bakery. Both sisters loved the convenience and excitement of being downtown, but the arrangement could occasionally become stifling.
“If I’d be doing you a favor by allowing you to bring me Chinese food, then how can I refuse? Should we invite Vicki?”
Bianca shook her head. “She has a date. Besides, it’s difficult to indulge in Huan’s greasy egg rolls when Ms. Skinny Minnie is around.”
I laughed. “True.”
We closed the salon and I rode my bike home, grateful for Bianca’s friendship. From the beginning, I’d liked all of the Morgan sisters, although I was closest to Bianca. Not just because of our work situation, but because she made me laugh and helped me put life’s problems into perspective. We also shared a love of reading, greasy Chinese food, and romantic comedies.
At home, I made myself a cup of hot tea and ran upstairs for a quick bath. Slipping beneath the suds, I drank my tea and tried to relax. What I needed was something to distract me from constantly worrying about Travis. Nick’s face immediately popped into my mind, but I pushed it away, determined not to entertain that impossible idea.
What if I went back to school? Lately, I’d been toying with the idea of taking a few classes at the local community college. Because I’d dropped out of college after my first semester, I’d always regretted not finishing my degree. At the time, I didn’t see the point of staying in school when my ultimate goal was to get my pilot’s license. Plus, Marcus and I had broken up, and I didn’t want to continue attending the same college, running into him, and pretending everything was fine.
Against my parents’ advice, I’d paid for a commercial pilot’s training program with the money I’d inherited from my grandparents. By the time Marcus came home for the summer, I’d obtained my Certified Flight Instructor’s credentials and had begun earning money while logging the hours needed to be competitive in the job market.
Marcus and I had resumed our relationship that summer, and I’d wound up pregnant. Although I hadn’t planned on getting married and having a baby at nineteen, I’d truly loved Marcus, and we’d made the best of a less than ideal situation. He’d enlisted in the army while I divided my time between flying and
The rest of the afternoon passed quickly as I was fully booked and had little time to think, let alone worry. Around five, I talked to Nick over the phone. He said the mechanic was installing the broken part, and they’d be home shortly. I tried to feel relieved, but I desperately wanted to jump in the car and pick up Travis myself.
“Why don’t I bring Chinese takeout to your house so you don’t have to wait alone,” Bianca suggested, wiping down the counter.
“You don’t have to do that. I know they’re fine. I just need to work through my anxiety.”
“Are you still taking the medicine the doctor gave you?”
I shrugged. “Not really. I don’t like how it makes me feel flat and unmotivated.”
“Well, flat and unmotivated might not be such a bad thing because you’re about to chew off your lip, and it’s freaking me out.”
I pressed my lips together and reminded myself to breathe. “I’ll be fine.”
“Will you? I’m afraid if I leave you alone to wait, and it takes longer than expected, I might read about your breakdown in the Island Sun tomorrow morning.”
“Very funny.” I pressed my palms together and shifted my weight to stand in tree pose, one of the few yoga positions I regularly practiced. “I’ve gotten better, haven’t I?”
“You have. But let me bring you dinner tonight. Besides, I need a change of scenery.”
Bianca lived in a studio apartment above the salon. Many of the shops on Main Street boasted upstairs living quarters, including Vicki’s Bakery. Both sisters loved the convenience and excitement of being downtown, but the arrangement could occasionally become stifling.
“If I’d be doing you a favor by allowing you to bring me Chinese food, then how can I refuse? Should we invite Vicki?”
Bianca shook her head. “She has a date. Besides, it’s difficult to indulge in Huan’s greasy egg rolls when Ms. Skinny Minnie is around.”
I laughed. “True.”
We closed the salon and I rode my bike home, grateful for Bianca’s friendship. From the beginning, I’d liked all of the Morgan sisters, although I was closest to Bianca. Not just because of our work situation, but because she made me laugh and helped me put life’s problems into perspective. We also shared a love of reading, greasy Chinese food, and romantic comedies.
At home, I made myself a cup of hot tea and ran upstairs for a quick bath. Slipping beneath the suds, I drank my tea and tried to relax. What I needed was something to distract me from constantly worrying about Travis. Nick’s face immediately popped into my mind, but I pushed it away, determined not to entertain that impossible idea.
What if I went back to school? Lately, I’d been toying with the idea of taking a few classes at the local community college. Because I’d dropped out of college after my first semester, I’d always regretted not finishing my degree. At the time, I didn’t see the point of staying in school when my ultimate goal was to get my pilot’s license. Plus, Marcus and I had broken up, and I didn’t want to continue attending the same college, running into him, and pretending everything was fine.
Against my parents’ advice, I’d paid for a commercial pilot’s training program with the money I’d inherited from my grandparents. By the time Marcus came home for the summer, I’d obtained my Certified Flight Instructor’s credentials and had begun earning money while logging the hours needed to be competitive in the job market.
Marcus and I had resumed our relationship that summer, and I’d wound up pregnant. Although I hadn’t planned on getting married and having a baby at nineteen, I’d truly loved Marcus, and we’d made the best of a less than ideal situation. He’d enlisted in the army while I divided my time between flying and
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