#Chapter 33: The Plane

Renee’s POV “This is ridiculous,” Eric mutters to himself. “Can’t you just command the plane to be here quicker?” I ask sarcastically and Eric shoots me a glare. “If you want to go wait in that long line and get probed and treated like a criminal by all means be my guest,” Eric says snapping his phone shut and sliding it into his pocket. “I don’t like being pampered,” I state. Eric makes a sound somewhere between a grunt and a hum. “What?” I ask. “My ex-wife said the same things,” he says and I go cold. I don’t have a response for that. “I guess not all women only care about money,” I say cautiously. “I guess not,” Eric says. We’re silent for a moment. The plane is delayed by an hour which isn’t so bad, at least we have a direct flight. I dig in my travel bag and pull out my sketchbook, maybe I can use this hour to draw. Between soccer practice; the business at work, and the drudgery of everyday life I never have time to sit down and be creative for fun anymore