Chapter Sixteen
Nate
It was Sunday evening, and I was relieved I would be flying this group out the following morning. The weather looked good, so I hoped to be up in the air by sunrise. Being a little further north, the sun came up a little later. By my estimation and Dave’s confirmation, I’d be wheels up before nine a.m.
I was dropping this group off in Anchorage, but then I would be flying my plane back to Willow Brook. This group has been dedicated to skiing all weekend, only appearing in the evenings inside the lodge. Dave, Nancy, and I were lounging in front of the fireplace, in one of the smaller collections of chairs in the main room. The television droned in the background while Dave and I finished a hand of rummy.
The main door into the lodge opened, voices filtering in as a
