There were some light clouds in the area, and he wanted to get beneath them to improve his line of sight. Because Claire Jennings lived on the water and her home was some distance away, Brandon had chosen to take the plane. Soon he broke through the mist, and he smiled.After leveling the Cessna at three thousand feet, he readjusted the fuel-to-air ratio a bit and set a south-by-southeasterly course. Finally he settled in to watch the various lakes, rivers, roads, and hills—each a conspicuous landmark to an experienced pilot—slip effortlessly beneath him. Brandon loved flying, and he was good at it. The army had taught him well. He had an instrument rating, which meant that he was licensed to fly in bad weather, with only his gauges to guide him. Such advanced skills, however, wouldn’t be needed today.He always enjoyed traveling to see his “special” patients, as he sometimes liked to think of them. Almost always they were people who had no way to get to Serendipity. Many had no transportation and were without anyone to take them.
