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Asthe plane banked to the left, Paul's stomach tightened. He pushed his head back into the seat and reached up to turn the air nozzle. The cool air felt good as it blew into his golden blond hair. He closed his dark blue eyes and tried to pray, but could not. His worst fear was yet to come and his mind started filling with distressing thoughts. If this plane crashed, all my problems would be solved. I wouldn't have to confront my lifelong friend. David would never find out how I used and destroyed his name. But then all these innocent people would die, and. . .
Ding ding click. The pilot's voice came on over the speaker. "Please fasten your seat belts. We will be landing in Denver in fifteen minutes. It is an unseasonably cold forty two degrees this fall day. Winds are out of the northwest at seventeen miles per hour, and don't forget we gained one hour since leaving San Francisco. The time is now 11:41. Thank you for flying with us." Click. The pilot signed off and the Fasten Seat Belt light came on.
The stewardess leaned in toward Paul and spoke softly. "Please buckle up your seat belt, Father Miller. We will be landing in about twelve minutes." She knew his full name because she had read the seating assignments when Paul boarded. She did notice his white collar but was mostly aware of how handsome he was. When he walked by her, she could smell his aftershave, and the smile he offered her pierced her heart. However, all fantasies vanished when she saw the "Fr." preceding his name on the seating assignment list.
As Paul opened his eyes and smiled at the stewardess, the thought of death ebbed from his mind. He turned to look out the cabin window. The mountains poked up through the clouds and just the highest tips were blanketed with a fresh dusting of snow. The whole area looked remote and isolated. Paul now understood why his best friend, David, lived here.
David McIntosh, a rough outdoors type, was not one to live in the city or suburbia. It had been more than twelve years since Paul had last seen him face to face; the thought of what he had to tell him caused his hands to shake. He struggled to get the seat belt together. Finally, he clicked it shut and pulled it snug across his trim waist. He brought the seat back to the upright position, closed his eyes and prayed for David's understanding and forgiveness.
The bumping of the plane tires as it touched down caused Paul's stomach to tighten up even more. How will I tell David? Should I wait for a day or should I tell him right in the airport? He could have me arrested. Will he believe I am sincere on becoming a priest? All these thoughts kept running through Paul's mind as the plane taxied to the terminal.
The plane came to a stop, the door opened and the passengers got off. Paul sat there, unable to stand. He wished he were dead. Alone in the void of the cabin, the dread of confrontation petrified him. He could not do it.
"Father, you will have to get off. Denver is our final stop," the stewardess said as she checked the overhead compartments and moved forward up the aisle.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Paul replied.