The Curse of 1977 (Book 2)

Port Cypress Airport

As if she were ailing, Lynnette hurled into the toilet for the third time during her stay at the airport. When she had vomited enough she lifted her head up out of the bowl and rested her back against the closed door of the stall she was locked inside of.

The young woman sat for the longest time staring back at the toilet she had been praising for the past hour with sullen, red eyes. Lying on the floor beside her was her purse. She reached inside and rooted about before pulling out a bottle of pills. In a mad rush she opened the childproof cap before emptying out several pills into her shaking, waiting right hand.

Just before she could even raise her hand to her mouth she immediately stopped and stared hard at the pink tablets. Her sweaty palms could hardly maintain a grip on the pills that were slowly sliding off her hand. Before they could even fall to the floor she stretched out her arm and dropped them into the toilet, along with the rest of the bottle's contents.

Lynnette then got to her knees and grudgingly flushed the toilet before standing up and letting herself out of the stall.

"Wake up, girl." She groaned under her breath. "Wake up, already."

She was all alone inside the bathroom as the speaker above her head played 'Moon River.' With her purse in hand she stumbled straight ahead to the first sink that she saw and stood there staring at her own overwrought reflection in the mirror.

She appeared as if she hadn't slept in days. Her eyes were insipid while her hands trembled on the porcelain. The longer she studied herself the more she just wanted to turn away.

Lynnette then twisted on the cold water faucet and dipped her hands in before washing her entire face. When she was through she gave her reflection another gander, except by then her look was phony-determined. She accepted it nonetheless. She cut off the faucet before turning and scanning the entire bathroom once more.

She tucked her blue blouse into her bell-bottomed jeans, wrapped a blue scarf around her forehead and put on her pair of cat's eye sunglasses before strolling out of the bathroom and into the busy terminal where others were either rushing to their various planes or simply waiting by the windows that overlooked the parked aircrafts.

Making sure to keep her head pointed to the floor, Lynnette side-stepped one person after another on her way to a vacant seat near the window. The very second she sat down she exhaled as deep as she could before glancing out the window at one plane race down the runway and take off into the sky.

Suddenly, the nauseous sensation that she had carried with her to the airport resurfaced, and the bathroom was too far away for her to race to.

"You look like you've never flown before, honey."

Lynnette looked up and over to see an elderly black woman seated right next to her. The woman was wearing a black flower hat with plastic daisies sticking out in the front. Lynnette immediately pulled herself together right then.

her breath. "I'm just

time I was stuck in the bathroom like that was on my wedding day

Lynnette only giggled and said, "I could only wish it was a

see my grandson way out

an airport, she remembered her mother sitting in her rocking chair and talking to her while she lay

in Colorado

said. "My son is paying for my ticket, so that makes it a lot

Lynnette smiled at the lady before saying, "I sure hope my

"You have

proudly chimed in. "He'll be three

when they get

laughed, but only for a glimpse of a moment before

wonder what kind of man

hard childhood and end up becoming good men, while some have

turned back to face the lady. She wanted to blurt out the very first thing that came into her head at that instant, but she restrained herself while another plane left the

important role in their lives as well." The lady said. "If we parents can do our

her teary eyes. "Me and my son's father haven't been very good parents to our son." Her voice faltered. "I blame myself too, because...because I felt like I

time to set things straight. You see, my ten year old grandson was killed by a drunk driver three years ago. Ever since then, my son flies me out for

that slow instant in time. She placed her shaking hand on the lady's and stuttered, "It

continued to smile while saying, "Yes...Lord knows it

Wiping her eyes, Lynnette stood up and said, "Speaking of the Lord, I have a

next to the bathrooms, Lynnette took out a quarter from her purse and inserted

How may I direct

Cypress Guardian. I was calling to inquire why there was never a backup unit called for the police officers that came