The pilot walked east toward Mozart's Lady.
"Ready, girls?"
"Ready, Mrs. Moriarity. But couldn't we—well—sort of hang around until we see what happens?"
"You mean the escaped convict?"
"Yes, ma'am." Hopefully.
"They'll catch him. They always catch them."
"But—"
"Come on."
"Aw, gosh, Mrs. Moriarity."