Timmy’s airplane was an hour late arriving in Omaha which just added to Glenn’s sense of missing his boy. Fortunately, the stewardess made sure he got off first. When he saw him, little Timmy let go of her hand and ran to his Dad.
“Dad! Dad!” He flew into Glenn’s arms.
“You sure have grown, Timmy.” They hugged and he lifted the child off the floor. “How old are you now, 22, 23?”
“Don’t be silly, Daddy. I’m only nine.”
The man put his son back down and shook hands with the attractive, brunette stewardess who had been in charge of his son during the long flight from Los Angeles.
“Thank you so much for taking care of him on the plane, Miss…” he looked at her name tag, “…Stewart.”
“It was my pleasure, Mr. Evans. He’s a really sweet boy.”
“Ah, Janice.” Timmy rolled his eyes at being called “sweet.”