The problem was solved by the time she had returned her plane to her midfield hangar, checked on the ewe and lamb (both were fine), and raced the golf cart down toward the dock.
She met Drake and his companions close by her house, which lay halfway in between. They’d used the simple expedient of walking.
“Hello, Drake. I’m sorry that I didn’t think to suggest walking. I was worried about everyone not fitting comfortably in the golf cart. Perhaps it’s because there are so many modes of transportation available now: Mooney prop plane, my Sabrejet and Cessna M2, this golf cart, the yard tractor, my backhoe, and a boat. I think purchasing the helicopter may have been what overwhelmed me; I’m not yet adapted to thinking about it as an island asset, though it’s presently in Tacoma so perhaps i
