4568. It was an Italian plane Coromo flew to New York on,
but don't think for one minute that I am going to say that he got on at such
and such a time, and got off twelve hours later. What kind of a storyteller
would I be if I did not tell you about the flight itself, the pilot, a certain
stewardess, and a child of four who sat across from him?
4569. All of
this is important. In many ways the flight itself was more important for
Coromo's life that even his time spent in New York, but we will get to that
later when the time comes.
4570. We resume our story finding Coromo sitting in the
waiting area of the Alitalia airline. He is so nervous and terrified that outwardly
he looked completely calm. Every fifteen seconds he looks up at the log board
and reviews the flights coming and going.
4571. He has become deeply concerned about one flight that
is listed as fifteen minutes late. It is not a flight even remotely connected
to him, but the lateness of the craft is making him imagine that it must
already be at the bottom of the sea.
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