Empty aircraft hangar in Algiers, Algeria – Photo credit unavailable.
“The hangar lacks any conventional aircraft, but then, we didn’t come here for conventional aircraft, did we?”
“Clayton, you’re out of your mind. You don’t even know if it will fly.”
“My dearest Julia, it’s been sitting in this rust trap for over half a century, but I’ll bet my right family jewel this thing will take us to the stars.”
“Don’t call me dearest. I’m your co-pilot, not your girlfriend.”
“Figure of speech, love. Figure of speech.
He liked the way she complained when he teased her, but then his manners with women had always been lax.
“How did you find this again?”
A representation of the constellation Gemini
“Who are you?” Kas hated that the first thought that popped into his head when he answered the door had to do with looking into a mirror.
“May I come in?” The man looked exactly like Kas except for the clothes which were a hell of a lot more expensive than he could possibly afford.
“What do you want?” Kas had just moved from Newport News, Virginia to Seattle a month ago for a new job and he knew almost no one except a few people at work. He expected to spend Christmas alone but now he had to face it with his doppelgänger.
“My name is Pol. I promise I mean you no harm. I’ll only stay a minute, but I have some presents for you. May I come in please?”
Kas looked down at Pol’s gloved hands and saw he was holding two small wrapped boxes each with a tiny red bow on top.