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Are You Afraid Of The Dark :: Sheldon Sidney
Страница: 17 из 173"A new project has just come up and I can't get away. Is it all right if we do it in a few months? Sorry, baby." She said, "Of course it's all right, darling." "Do you want to come out and have lunch with me today?" "I'd love that." "You like French food. I know a great French restaurant. I'll pick you up in half an hour." Thirty minutes later, Richard was outside, waiting for Diane. "Hi, honey. I have to see one of our clients off at the airport. He's leaving for Europe. We'll say good-bye and then go on to lunch." She hugged him. "Fine." When they arrived at Kennedy airport, Richard said, "He has a private plane.
We'll meet him on the tarmac." A guard passed them through to a restricted area, where a Challenger was parked.
Richard looked around. "He's not here yet. Let's wait in the plane." "All right." They walked up the steps and entered the luxurious aircraft. The engines were running.
The flight attendant walked in from the cockpit. "Good morning." "Good morning," Richard said.
Diane smiled. "Good morning." They watched the flight attendant close the cabin door.
Diane looked at Richard. "How late do you think your client is going to be?" "He shouldn't be very long." The roar of the jets started getting louder. The plane began to taxi.
Diane looked out the window, and her face paled. "Richard, we're moving." Richard looked at Diane in surprise. "Are you sure?" "Look out the window." She was panicking. "Tell-tell the pilot-" "What do you want me to tell him?" To stop!
"I can't. He's already started." There was a moment of silence and Diane looked at Richard, her eyes wide. "Where are we going?" "Oh, didn't I tell you? We're going to Paris. You said you liked French food." She gasped. Then her expression changed. "Richard, I can't go to Paris now! I have no clothes.
I have no makeup. I have no-" Richard said, "I heard they have stores in Paris." She looked at him a moment, then flung her arms around him. "Oh, you fool, you.
I love you." He grinned. "You wanted a honeymoon. You've got it."
CHAPTER 5
AT ORLY, A limousine was waiting to take them to the Hotel Plaza Athenee.
When they arrived, the manager said, "Your suite is ready for you, Mr. and Mrs.
Stevens."
"Thank you." They were booked into suite 310. The manager opened the door, and Diane and Richard walked inside. Diane stopped in shock. Half a dozen of her paintings were hanging on the walls. She turned to look at Richard. "I-how did that-?" Richard said innocently, "I have no idea. I guess they have good taste here, too.
We'll meet him on the tarmac." A guard passed them through to a restricted area, where a Challenger was parked.
Richard looked around. "He's not here yet. Let's wait in the plane." "All right." They walked up the steps and entered the luxurious aircraft. The engines were running.
The flight attendant walked in from the cockpit. "Good morning." "Good morning," Richard said.
Diane smiled. "Good morning." They watched the flight attendant close the cabin door.
Diane looked at Richard. "How late do you think your client is going to be?" "He shouldn't be very long." The roar of the jets started getting louder. The plane began to taxi.
Diane looked out the window, and her face paled. "Richard, we're moving." Richard looked at Diane in surprise. "Are you sure?" "Look out the window." She was panicking. "Tell-tell the pilot-" "What do you want me to tell him?" To stop!
"I can't. He's already started." There was a moment of silence and Diane looked at Richard, her eyes wide. "Where are we going?" "Oh, didn't I tell you? We're going to Paris. You said you liked French food." She gasped. Then her expression changed. "Richard, I can't go to Paris now! I have no clothes.
I have no makeup. I have no-" Richard said, "I heard they have stores in Paris." She looked at him a moment, then flung her arms around him. "Oh, you fool, you.
I love you." He grinned. "You wanted a honeymoon. You've got it."
CHAPTER 5
AT ORLY, A limousine was waiting to take them to the Hotel Plaza Athenee.
When they arrived, the manager said, "Your suite is ready for you, Mr. and Mrs.
Stevens."
"Thank you." They were booked into suite 310. The manager opened the door, and Diane and Richard walked inside. Diane stopped in shock. Half a dozen of her paintings were hanging on the walls. She turned to look at Richard. "I-how did that-?" Richard said innocently, "I have no idea. I guess they have good taste here, too.