“Sugar, how many lumps?”
“A small one, thank you.” The drinks were poured into deep paper cups which were half-filled carefully to prevent spilling. Nike was leveled, her dials and controls set so that her pilot could relax a bit and enjoy the meal. It was not long before they saw the sun again in all its splendor, and watched a second setting, which was certainly well worth waiting for because the air was clear and the countless brilliant rays, were flung fan-like from the rim of the horizon.
“Cake or pie, or will you have another sandwich?” Mrs. Pollzoff asked a bit later.
“Cake, it sounds simpler to consume,” Roberta laughed. One simply couldn’t help feeling secure, riding like a part of the gorgeous spectacle, and the girl wondered if she hadn’t been premature in her decision to abandon her employer.
“I’ll fill your cup again.”
“Only half,” Roberta said hastily.
“Cannot measure it,” Mrs. Pollzoff smiled and her pilot thought if she were only as pleasant all of the time they might go on forever.
“Thank you. I do feel better. Guess I did not realize how hungry I was,” Roberta told her.
“Didn’t you have anything to eat before you left the hotel?”
“Just a salad, but I wasn’t hungry then. This has tasted very good, every bit of it.”