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OneJoleneAll ofone foot in front of the other as tears streamed down my face

The news that rands Add to that ahavoc in the Northeast, and rounded

Thankfully, my father, who hadn’t been around ot ht

Unfortunately, the red gauzy cover-up I ould do nothing against the harsh eleiven ht The pilot had insisted on leaving i the storm that was set to batter the Northeastern Coast

“You knoe’re going to New York, right?”

I glanced up from my position at the top of the stairs that led into the orn cabin of the plane Storrace any cover and looked way too young to be flying this plane Yet, the unifor in the pilot’s seat

“I do I didn’t have time to pack,” I admitted

His barely contained scowl deepened as his eyes dropped down and back up again

“Too busy shopping, I’irls”

“What?” I spat “For your inforive randmother”

He had no idea of my circumstance I wasn’t rich despite my father’s bank account I was more like the dirty secret he kept well-hidden away If my father’s mother hadn’t asked for me, I wouldn’t be on this plane

“Whatever, Little Red Riding Hood If we don’t leave noon’t ood”

I stood round

“The question is, if you’re that good You don’t look old enough to buy alcohol Why should I put my life in your hands?”

He shrugged, saying, “Your choice,” before turning to leavejust outside the plane’s door He had to duck, as the height of the plane didn’t suit his frame

“Wait Don’t you have other passengers?”

He glanced over his shoulder “What? Rich girls like you aren’t used to flying solo? Do you need an entourage?”