I always let Rory have the window seat because she said it calmed her to look at the clouds. I sat there, thinking about what my father said about his plane. There was no need for him to buy a new one because there was nothing wrong with the one he had. It wasn’t like him just to buy things like that. “You look like you’re in deep thought.” Rory smiled as she took hold of my hand. “I was just thinking about my father and him buying a new plane. It’s just odd to me.” “Why? The man can afford it,” she said. “I know he can, but that’s not the point. The plane he has now is practically brand new. It’s only a few years old. It’s just out of character for him.” “Well, maybe Richard is having a change of heart about things. He was very nice to me that night he came over, for the first time ever.” “I’m happy he’s finally warming up to you.
