Chapter 2: He’s Not Dead-1
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Chapter 2: He’s Not Dead
Day One
Dr. Henry Miller plopped down in the window seat and grinned widely as he stretched out his legs. “I’m glad you thought to ask for exit row seats,” he told Dr. Sam Greene. “The leg room is great.”
“Yes,” Sam replied absently. “That’s nice, too.”
Too? Henry lifted an eyebrow, inquiringly.
Sam’s cheeks reddened. “I hate flying. I feel better in an exit row.”
“You know, if the plane goes down we’re all goners anyway.”
The color left Sam’s cheeks and Henry felt obliged to add, “It’s not going to go down, Sam. Flying is safer than driving, and you drive every day.”
“I know. It’s just one of those things. Don’t you have anything you’re irrational about?”
Henry thought about the infatuation he harbored for his blue-eyed, sandy blond-haired coworker, sitting obliviously beside him. That was undoubtedly irrational, but Henry opted to ignore the question. Instead he replied, “Before you know it we’ll be on the beach in Honiara collecting data and soaking up the sun. I promise.”
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