"Who runs this air district?", this question from Slim, the tall pilot brought them both from their respective reveries. He was pointing to the patch on his flying jacket." We're with WTF. This is Jimmy, my co-pilot, Stewart, flight engineer, Grainger…our radioman, and the doll is Kate."
Kate flashed a thin smile that hinted at sunshine.
"WTF?" asked Priscilla.
They had all turned together and headed for the corrugated corridor door and coffee.
"The Wings of Triumph Flyers". Kate's voice hinted at Long Island money and exclusive boarding schools. They passed into the white and blue enemaled hallway, which was bustling with travellers. Overhead gleaming Hamilton- Standard propellers turns slowly as ceiling fans.
The coffee's up this way", Said Priscilla, and led them up the hall.
Wilkins followed and with a growing sense of confusion, thought,"Yeah…who does run this airport"?????.