“Where!” I exclaimed at the exact moment I saw the tiny airplane taking off toward us. It was the same make as mine, but the model was high-end: the Beemer of four-seater, single-engine planes. It roared over us, the noise nothing compared with the airliner’s scream, but powerful for the plane’s size. The underbelly was painted in racing stripes, which made me giggle. The plane looked happy.
We turned around in our seats to watch it disappear. “I wonder where she’s going so early in the morning,” Grayson murmured.
“She wants to get a head start,” I said. “It’s going to be a pretty day to fly.”