Sobok?” Hagen Sobok was sitting in the first-class cabin of an Air France A340 Airbus reading The Long Lavender Look by John D. MacDonald. He looked up at the smiling hostess and nodded. “Yes, thank you.” The Air France service, always superb, had even been ratcheted up a notch after he mentioned that the woman he was seeing also worked as a flight attendant for the airline. Indeed, the luscious creature filling his flute had once shared routes with Juliette. “Excuse me, but did she call you Mr. Spock?” Sobok smiled and turned to the voice, which belonged to an attractive woman sitting across the aisle from him. “It’s Sobok, but I get that a lot.” “Well, you do look like him, except for the ears, of course. Does it bother you?” “Not at all,” he said, holding up his right hand and splitting his fingers in a rough approximation of the Vulcan ‘live long and prosper’ sign. The woman, whom he recognized from a recent picture in some business magazine, laughed.
