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Time for a Flight Chapter 4
Time for a Flight Chapter 4
As the plane sat on the runway, waiting for permission to takeoff, I thought about all the things that Richard and I had talked about as we drove to the airport for my night flight.
He told me about his family: he married his high school sweetheart when she was only seventeen and he was nineteen. He was the dad of two sons by the time he was twenty three; the boys were now teenagers.
He had been a crane operator for fifteen years all over the southeast. Facing death had been part of the job when the crane was positioned at the top of an on going building project. During the second decade of his career, he came to a place where he could not advance. He was at the top of his game. He decided to make a life change. He chose a profession that required use of his natural ability to communicate and, as a definite plus, he would be able to stay home every night.
During the years he had to travel, he suspected his wife of having an ongoing affair with a local doctor. When she became so upset that he was changing jobs, he realized that she no longer supported his decisions in any area and they disagreed about everything; he knew that the love was gone.
At age thirty five, Richard decided to join the ranks of State Insurance Company. Now, at age thirty seven, he was the number one agent in the state of Tennessee.
I told him that I was not happy in my marriage, but had decided to "make it work" for the sake of my three sons. I focused on work, earning a good salary, and reaching for the goal of number one within my district. I also had decided to quality for the Sales' Manager position.
I wanted to be the first woman manager within the company. This required working twelve to fourteen hours per day, four days per week.
Since I had no love life, I was able to focus on my career. Then, after I met Richard when he asked, "Is anyone sitting here?" he was in my heart and on my mind continually.
With my mind reliving the mind altering hours with Richard, the flight to Savannah was fast and smooth, but I became very nervous as I pulled my Chrysler into the drive way at home.
My husband, James, had such a temper and was the kind of man who didn't want me, but did not want anyone else to have me.
My premonitions about his fiery attitude were on target. James had found a phone bill that had a listing of some of the calls to Richard's office in Tennessee. He was furious and started accusing me of being a tramp and ended his verbal attack by slapping my face so hard that I fell to the floor.
About this time the boys came home, so James stormed out of our bedroom to say I was not feeling well, and wanted to be alone. I was so upset, I packed a few clothes and drove to Cathy's apartment across town.
I had promised Richard that I would not call his home, so I waited until the next morning to phone his office.
My fairy tale romance came to a brutal halt when I asked to speak with Richard and he would not talk to me. James told me that he had called his boss, threatening Richard's life. I was in complete despair as I could get no answers. Richard would not call me.
CONTINUED in CHAPTER 5