” She called out from the open door, her attention away from her findings as she called out to her husband. With her back turned, she never spotted ...he white droplet begin to sluggishly squirm its way down the surface of the glass and over the gloved finger.“Really? Well, that’s disappointing, but at least it served its purpose, what do you say to HERBIE making dinner tonight?”Smiling, Susan called out again, oblivious to the droplet make its way down her wrist all the way to the hem of her. Her hair was brunette and shoulder length,perfect for a middle aged woman, but just at that moment, it wasdishevelled and sweaty and her face, usually so kind and happy, was redwith tired anger.The mother put her hands on her hips, her lips pursed with anger, "WELL?ANSWER ME?"Mike was shocked, his always quiet and kind mother shouting angrilystunned him."Er, oh, Hi Mum, how was work?" a trembling smile drew across his lips.She stood there, hands turning into fists pressing into her. My mascara must have run at that point because when I freshened up later I saw the tell tale black smudging down my cheeks.He saw my tears, and that set him off again... he repeated that he was ‘so, so sorry for everything.’He wanted to make it right, if only i would forgive him and take him back.My heart melted, I felt wave after wave of pity and love for him. He was broken and it seemed only i could fix him.I stood and opened my arms and he stood too and we embraced.We held each other for a. Her flight was a single-engine propeller plane, and it wasn't until two minutes later as her plane was lifting off that she realized she had forgotten to leave behind her leather riding chaps.Megan didn't recognize the man next to her, but he treated her with courtesy and seemed a very professional pilot. "This is a Cessna Skyhawk Ma'am, forty-some years old but very well maintained. We'll be cruising at 2500 meters at a speed of 225 kph, about as fast as this plane wants to go. Estimated time.