CHAPTER 7 - WHEN IT RAINS, IT POURS
"It's an airport, Payson. I think we'll be able to find it. They're kind of big, in case you missed that," I mocked. "Well, face it Zane. We're lost. We've been in Verginia for an hour. Let's just st-"
"No," Zane said firmly. "We are not stopping for directions. We just - made a wrong turn. We'll go back and go the right way."
I sighed. "Go the right way? And which way is that, Zane?"
Zane didn't answer me. Instead, he flicked on the radio and played with the controls until he found an acceptible station.
I turned it off.
"Hey," Zane said, moving my hand and turning it back on. But I shut it back off.
"Would you quit that?"
"No," I said sternly. "We're lost Zane. Look, there's a store. Let's stop and ask someone."
Zane attempted to play his music again.
I slapped his hand. "After we stop and ask."
"Payson, come on."
I stood my ground and didn't move my hand from the controls. "Stop and ask."
Zane mumbled something and pulled into the parking lot. "You know," he said, shutting the car off, "sometimes, you can be a real know-it-all."
"And you can be stuborn," I told him, unbuckling my seat belt. "Now come on."
Zane sighed and clicked his seat belt.
As it turned out, the store was a book store called Novel Corner. When we got inside, the smell was overwhelming.
A small woman sat behind the front desk, drinking the source of the smell: coffee. As we apporached, she glanced up. Her name tag read: Martha.
"What can I do for you, dears?" she said with a southern accent.
I pushed Zane forward. "Go on," I whispered.
Martha just smiled.
Zane approached the desk. "Uh - hi. We were wondering if there was an airport around here?"
"Yes," Martha said with a smile. "Yes, I believe there is."
"Great," Zane sighed. "Where is it?"
Martha looked confused. "Well, I don't know. But it's big, you shouldn't miss it."
Zane gave me an I-told-you-so look. "See?"
I glanced at Martha. "Do you maybe have a computer?"
"Well, why would I have that?" she asked, a bit confused. "I sell books, not those silly contraptions. Why, I don't know why you youngsters use those things anyway. A waste of time, if you ask me. No, no. A book. Yes, that's what I enjoyed when I was younger. A good book. Though, the books that were new then are now concidered classics. Makes one feel old, don't you think?"
Zane looked taken back. "Uh - I wouldn't know."
"No, no," Martha continued. "Probably not. Youth these days." Martha looked as if she were remembering a time before those "silly contraptions" were invented when she looked up and smiled at me and Zane. "Sorry, dears. Didn't see you come in. Can I help you with something?"
I exchanged looks with Zane. He didn't know what was going on either.
"Yeah," I said. "We were wondering where the airport was."
Martha frowned. "Don't know where that is. Though I think it's somewhere around here. Anything else?"
"Uh - no," Zane said. "Just - just leaving actually. Thanks."
