Page 241 - Reason To Sing by Kelita Haverland

Chapter Forty

The Crash?

The small plane lurches unexpectedly, causing my tiny plastic
glass of water to explode all over my blouse. Great. More
turbulence. Exactly what I need in my life.
At least I’m not drinking red wine.
I wish I was drinking red wine. Any wine. I am a bundle
of jangling nerves and this bumpy flight isn’t helping. Deep
breathing isn’t helping. Wine wouldn’t help either. There is no
help for me.
I attempt to mop up the wet mess with the equally tiny
napkin the flight attendant served me with my peanuts. It
doesn’t do much good. The plane plunges yet again. I close my
eyes tightly, as if shutting off the view will end the turmoil.
Unlikely.
I have just escaped from a disastrous hurricane in Nashville,
and I am heading home to a potentially bigger cyclone in
Toronto. There have been a lot of storms in my life. More
than most, I figure. And I have weathered them all. And
somehow, miraculously, survived. But all that past craziness
happened to me. I didn’t get a vote. So much unbelievable stuff
just happened. But this is new. Yes, this is different. This was all
caused by me.
Me.
My fault. My choice. My dumb decision. And now I will
have to face the music, and that once-beautiful music may well
come to a deafening end.
What was I thinking? How could I have been so reckless?

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