“A kiss
And a cry
shouts of joy,
a tremulous sigh
soldiers come back
from faraway lands
reunited couples,
entwined hands
parents with balloons
and outstretched arms
children returning with groups,
safe from harm
myriad languages
bouncing off walls
echoes of longing,
tears that fall
Airports are centers
Of piquant emotion
And I sit, waiting for you
In excited devotion
thinking of how
you raise me
on your side, alone
how oceans divide us
except for the phone
how we fight to keep
our connection alive
how your grandchildren
and I
are your source of pride.
And so, mother of mine
my hug waits in these arms
to burst forth to you
as you step off the storm
of longing and missing
into our calm and light
our renewed closeness
and bond
about to
take flight.”
“Of Love and Airports” by Lora Lee
Jean Cunliffe was setting up a costume jewelry display when she heard someone walk into the shop. No, not walk, exactly, more like a shuffle.
It was odd for a customer to enter the shop so quickly, after all, she’d heard the flight arrival announcement, but that was just a moment or two ago, and there were, as of yet, no other disembarking passengers in the terminal.
She took a look at the man, noticing that he was in a hurry, which explained why he might have beaten the other passengers, but it was in an odd way, he was staggering along, also, his arm was folded to his breast like a broken wing.
“Where are the telephones?” He asked, while fixing his bright and feverish eyes on her.
“Why, both ways,” she explained, then pointed, “Just around there, sir.”
Her eyes, in turn were fixed on his, and as a result, she didn’t see what he was doing with his hand…
He was walking his middle finger over the top of a small ceramic piggy bank that was on display on the toy table which sat directly below the level of the sales counter. He used his thumb and forefinger to guide a tiny, folded piece of paper into the slot on the piggy’s back, and then, with his forefinger, he gently pushed the paper through...
“Hey, are you alright?” Jean called out, just as she saw the man turn and make his way toward the front entrance of the shop.
He didn’t seem to hear, and he kept on staggering through the entrance, and into the terminal. There, he bumped into a person who was just about to walk into the shop. Jean then saw that his arm fell to a dangling position, and from his fingers dripped drops of bright red blood onto the floor.
Jean gasped as she spotted the blood on the floor.
“He’s hurt!” She cried out, then decided that she should pursue the man. She left the shop in the care of the other employee and dashed out into the crowded terminal in pursuit of the man.
The terminal was busy with people, but Jean kept her eyes peeled on the faint trail of blood that still remained. She followed along until she saw the man, slumped into the corner of a phone booth.
“Was he waiting for a connection, or had he fainted?” She asked herself.
As she was considering what to do, she glanced over and saw a security man. She dashed up to him and briefly reported the situation, while pointing to the man inside the booth who had not moved.
She watched as the security man approached the phone booth, he called out to the man inside, and hearing no response, he opened the door. Just then, the man’s body spilled out onto the floor, and he didn’t move. It was clear that he was unconscious!
Well, that opening scene was gripping, to say the least!
I wondered what might have been written on the piece of paper that the man slipped into the piggy bank.
I read with interest, and by the end I was glad that I did as there were so many intriguing characters and memorable moments in this story. Among my favorites were…
The progressive maturing of the relationship between Jean Cunliffe and Harry Fairchild. She, the young woman who worked at the airport gift shop, and he, one of three adult sons of the wealthy and influential Paul Fairchild. She was an intelligent and talented young woman who up to this point lived a quiet, uncomplicated life, and he, the youngest of the Fairchild sons, one brother a prominent physician, and the other, a state governor, had not yet found his sense of purpose, or direction in his life. I really came to appreciate how they slowly came to understand and develop a mutual admiration for each other. One of the first glimpses of this that I noticed, and liked was when Harry was looking at Jean as she sat beside him on the airplane, in first class:
“He watched Jean stare out of the airplane window, wondering what, if anything, she expected to see, after all, he reasoned, even the north pole itself, as impressive and interesting as it sounded, was not perceptible to unaided human senses, so, what did she expect to see from 35,000 feet above the ground?”
Also, I liked the little games that evolved between the two, including Harry’s penchant for “coining” words that delighted him, and loosely fit the occasion, (deviosity), also, Jean’s unwillingness to stroke his male ego. It was fun to read these, and I must say that Charlotte Armstrong did a masterful job of inserting these whimsical little moments into the story at just the right places.
Finally, as to the timing of Jean and Harry’s individual realizations that they loved each other, the order that this happened came as no surprise to me. We were told that Jean knows that she loved Harry by page 163, and Harry finally makes his own realization about Jean on page 183.
There were a number of scenes that put a smile on my face, one was Harry’s dilemma about how to get past an ornery bull in order to access a clue. The other was the scene of an attractive, yet deceptive woman, one who is obviously accustomed to charming men, completely failing to make a positive impression on a seven-year-old boy.
Also, some of the descriptions in this story were excellent, including Miss Beale screaming, “hoarse as a crow,” and the imagery of the arrival of American tourists at a Copenhagen Hotel as, “camera-slung they entered, with hoot and halloo.”
Lastly, I enjoyed learning a number of new and colorful phrases that I’d never heard before, the most memorable of which included:
“The girl stands five-nine in her socks.”
“The traditional six before breakfast,” a term of heroism with its roots in an incredible feat accomplished by six soldiers during the Gallipoli landings on April 25, 1915.Their gallantly courageous acts had all been accomplished early in the morning, while most of Britain was still asleep.
“Moue,” a pouting expression used to convey annoyance, or distaste.
As to the overall story, it was filled with fast-paced adventure, gripping moments, and wonderful pacing. I found the ending very satisfying and quite charming.
On the cover of the book was an endorsement by Anthony Boucher of The New York Times, describing this novel as “A gem of a thriller.” I couldn’t agree more!