” He smiled. “I know it’s not a big thing in the wedding but I appreciate your thoughtfulness. I understand Angela is having Berthold walk her d...wn to Roger. That’s good. Bert has always been a good, loyal man.”I chuckled. “That may be and I like him, too. However, I don’t see myself calling him, ‘Bert,’ any time soon.”The King smiled. “Yes, dear. I realize that he might be intimidating to some.” He smiled more. “He is rather stern.”“He’s always so proper. I’ll bend him to my will soon enough. He made a run around the wingtip, snatched the wheel chocks, stuffed them in the onboard stair and closed it and shut the door."I got a red light here," said Art.Bill got out of his seat and checked the access hatch. He opened it and shut it again. "Green," shouted ArtBill sat back down, buckled up and put on his headset. "It does that most often when it's shut from outside."Art just shook his head.With winds from the south, the tower sent them to the 18. Bill was switching back and forth. THE AFTERNOONThe café was not crowded and it was very relaxing. Sally and I shared a sandwich and a bottle of wine. After lunch we sat around enjoying an espresso and chatting. I talked her into staying for the evening and I promised her a massage. After we finished our coffee we walked around and checked out a few shops. Sally picked up another sweater and some personal items. I selected some body oil for her massage. As we walked she surprised me by hooking her arm in mine and nuzzling up. Everyone knows you already rule the world." You say the nicest things to me!" Just lie down here. On your stomach." Oh! That's what the hole is for." Alistair assisted her up, and Elyssa, cautiously maneuvering her bulk into the right position, lowered herself onto the table."Ohhhhh." See?" That's good. That's really good. I've been wishing I could lie on my stomach. And it actually feels kind of good just hanging there. What's this other hole for?" So you don't have to turn your head. Just.