crash。
The sharp…faced woman next to Hallorann looked up from her book and offered a
brief character analysis： 〃Ninny；〃 and went back to her book。 She had downed two
screwdrivers during the flight； but they seemed not to have thawed her at all。
〃It's going to crash！〃 the woman was crying out shrilly。 〃Oh； I just know it
is！〃
A stewardess hurried to her seat and squatted beside her。 Hallorann thought to
himself that only stewardesses and very young housewives seemed able to squat
with any degree of grace； it was a rare and wonderful talent。 He thought about
this while the stewardess talked softly and soothingly to the woman； quieting
her bit by bit。
Hallorann didn't know about anyone else on 196； but he personally was almost
scared enough to shit peachpits。 Outside the window there was nothing to be seen
but a buffeting curtain of white。 The plane rocked sickeningly from side to side
with gusts that seemed to e from everywhere。 The engines were cranked up to
provide partial pensation and as a result the floor was vibrating under their
feet。 There were several people moaning in Tourist behind them； one stew had
gone back with a handful of fresh airsick bags； and a man three rows in front of
Hallorann had whoopsed into his National Observer and had grinned apologetically
at the stewardess who came to help him clean up。 〃That's all right；〃 she
forted him； 〃that's how I feel about the Reader's Digest。〃
Hallorann had flown enough to be able to surmise what had happened。 They had
been flying against bad headwinds most of the way； the weather over Denver had
worsened suddenly and unexpectedly； and now it was just a little late to divert
for someplace where the weather was better。 Feets don't fail me now。
（Buddy…boy； this is some fucked…up cavalry charge。）
The stewardess seemed to have succeeded in curbing the worst of the woman's
hysterics。 She was snuffling and honking into a lace handkerchief； but had
ceased broadcasting her opinions about the flight's possible conclusion to the
cabin at large。 The stew gave her a final pat on the shoulder and stood up just
as the 747 gave its worst lurch yet。 The stewardess stumbled backward and landed
in the lap of the man who had whoopsed into his paper； exposing a lovely length
of nyloned thigh。 The man blinked and then patted her kindly on the shoulder。
She smiled back； but Hallorann thought the strain was showing。 It had been one
hell of a hard flight this morning。
There was a little ping as the No SMOKING light reappeared。
〃This is the captain speaking；〃 a soft； slightly southern voice informed them。
〃We're ready to begin our descent to Stapleton International Airport。 It's been
a rough flight； for which I apologize。 The landing may be a bit rough also； but
we anticipate no real difficulty。 Please observe the FASTEN SEAT BELTS and NO
SMOKING signs； and we hope you enjoy your stay in the Denver metro area。 And we
also hope — 〃
Another hard bump rocked the plane and then dropped her with a sickening
elevator plunge。 Hallorann's stomach did a queasy hornpipe。 Several people — not
all women by any means — screamed。
〃 — that we'll see you again on another TWA flight real soon。〃
〃Not bloody likely；〃 someone behind Hallorann said。
〃So silly；〃 the sharp…faced woman next to Hallorann remarked； putting a
matchbook cover into her book and shutting it as the plane began to descend。
〃When one has seen the horrors of a dirty little war 。。。 as you have 。。。 or
sensed the degrading immorality of CIA dollar…diplomacy intervention 。。。 as I
have 。。。 a rough landing pales into insignificance。 Am I right； Mr。 Hallorann？ 〃
〃As rain； ma'am；〃 he said； and looked bleakly out into the wildly blowing
snow。
〃How is your steel plate reacting to all of this； if I might inquire？〃
〃Oh； my head's fine；〃 Hallorann said。 〃It's just my stomach that's a mite
queasy。〃
〃A shame。〃 She reopened her book。
As they descended through the impenetrable clouds of snow； Hallorann thought
of a crash that had occurred at Boston's Logan Airport a few years ago。 The
conditions had been similar； only fog instead of snow had reduced visibility to
zero。 The plane had caught its undercarriage on a retaining wall near the end of
the landing strip。 What had been left of the eighty…nine people aboard hadn't
looked much different from a Hamburger Helper casserole。
He wouldn't mind so much if it was just himself。 He was pretty much alone in
the world now； and attendance at his funeral would be mostly held down to the
people he had worked with and that old renegade Masterton； who would at least
drink to him。 But the boy 。。。 the boy was depending on him。 He was maybe all
the help that child could expect； and he didn't like the way the boy's last call
had been snapped off。 He kept thinking of the way those hedge animals had seemed
to move 。。。
A thin white hand appeared over his。
The woman with the sharp face had taken off her glasses。 Without them her
features seemed much softer。
〃It will be all right；〃 she said。
Hallorann made a smile and nodded。
As advertised the plane came down hard； reuniting with the earth forcefully
enough to knock most of the magazines out of the rack at the front and to send
plastic trays cascading out of the galley like oversized playing cards。 No one
screamed； but Hallorann heard several sets of teeth clicking violently together
like gypsy castanets。
Then the turbine engines rose to a howl； braking the plane； and as they
dropped in volume the pilot's soft southern voice； perhaps not pletely
steady； came over the inter system。 〃Ladies and gentlemen； we have landed at
Stapleton Airport。 Please remain in your seats until the plane has e to a
plete stop at the terminal。 Thank you。〃
The woman beside Hallorann closed her book and uttered a long sigh。 〃We live
to fight another day； Mr。 Hallorann。〃
〃Ma'am； we aren't done with this one； yet。〃
〃True。 Very true。 Would you care to have a drink in the lounge with me？〃
〃I would； but I have an appointment to keep。〃
〃Pressing？〃
〃Very pressing；〃 Hallorann said gravely。
〃Something that will improve the general situation in some small way； I hope。〃
〃I hope so too；〃 Hallorann said； and smiled。 She smiled back at him； ten years
dropping silently from her face as she did so。
* * *
Because he had only the flight bag he'd carried for luggage； Hallorann beat
the crowd to the Hertz desk on the lower level。 Outside the smoked glass windows
he could see the snow still falling steadily。 The gusting wind drove white
clouds of it back and forth； and the people walking across to the parking area
were struggling against it。 One man lost his hat and Hallorann could miserate
with him as it whirled high； wide； and handsome。 The man stared after it and
Hallorann thought：
（Aw； just forget it； man。 That homburg ain't in down until it gets to
Arizona。）
On the heels of that thought：
（If it's this bad in Denver； what's it going to be like west of Boulder？）
Best not to thi