Part 2 (1/2)
”About that Lamb Ca.s.serole,” Mel said. ”Could we make it another night? Say, the day after tomorrow?”
The sudden invitation from Tanya had surprised him. Although they had had several dates togetherfor drinks or dinneruntil now she had not suggested visiting her apartment. Of course, going there could be for dinner only. Still... there was always the possibility that it might not.
Lately, Mel had sensed that if their meetings away from the airport continued, there could be a natural and obvious progression. But he had moved cautiously, instinct warning him that an affair with Tanya would be no casual romance but a deeply emotional involvement for them both. A consideration, also, was his own problems with Cindy. Those were going to take a lot of working out, if they could be worked out at all, and there was a limit to the number of complications a man could handle at one time. It was a strange commentary, he thought, that when a marriage was secure it seemed easier to manage an affair than when the same marriage was shaky. Just the same, Tanya's invitation seemed too enticing to pa.s.s up.
”The day after tomorrow is Sunday,” she pointed out. ”But I'll be off duty, and if you can manage it, I'll have more time.”
Mel grinned. ”Candies and wine?”
He had forgotten it would be Sunday. But he would have to come to the airport anyway because, even if the storm moved on, there would be aftereffects. As to Cindy, there had been several Sundays when she had been out, herself, without an announced reason.
Momentarily, Mel and Tanya separated as she dodged a hurrying, florid-faced man, followed by a redcap with a loaded luggage cart, topped by golf clubs and tennis rackets. Wherever that load was going, Tanya thought enviously, it was a long way south.
”Okay,” she said when they rejoined. ”Candles and wine.”
As they entered the coffee shop, a pert hostess recognized Mel and ushered him, ahead of others, to a small table at the rear, marked RESERVED, which airport officials often used. About to sit down, he stumbled slightly and grasped Tanya's arm. The observant hostess flicked her eyes over them both with a half-smile. Rumor machine, stand by for a bulletin, Tanya thought. Aloud, she said, ”Did you ever see such crowds? This has been the wildest three days I remember.”
Mel glanced around the packed coffee shop, its bedlam of voices punctuated by the clatter of dishes. He nodded toward the outer door through which they could both see a moving, surging swarm of people. ”If you think this is a big horde tonight, wait until the civil version of the C-5A goes into service.”
”I knowwe can barely cope with the 747s; but a thousand pa.s.sengers arriving all at once at a check-in counter... G.o.d help us!” Tanya shuddered. ”Can you imagine what it'll be like when they collect their baggage? I don't even want to think about it.”
”Nor do a good many other peoplewho ought to be thinking about it, right now.” He was amused to find that their conversation had already drifted into aviation. Airplanes and airlines held a fascination for Tanya, and she liked talking about them. So did Mel, which was one of the reasons he enjoyed her company.
”Which people aren't thinking?”
”Those who control policy on the groundairport and air traffic. Most are acting as if today's jets will fly forever. They seem to believe that if everybody keeps quiet and still, the new, big airplanes will go away and not bother us. That way we needn't have ground facilities to match them.”
Tanya said thoughtfully, ”But there's a lot of building at airports. Wherever you go, you see it.”
Mel offered her a cigarette and she shook her head negatively. He lit one for himself before answering.
”Mostly the building going on is patchworkchanges and additions to airports built in the 1950s or early '60s. There's little that's fa.r.s.eeing. There are exceptions Los Angeles is one; Tampa, Florida, and DallasFort Worth are others; they'll be the first few airports in the world ready for the new mammoth jets and supersonics. Kansas City, Houston, and Toronto look good; San Francisco has a plan, though it may get sunk politically. In North America there's not much else that's impressive.”
”How about Europe?”
”Europe is routine,” Mel said, ”except for Paristhe new Nord airport to replace Le Bourget will be among the finest yet. London is the kind of inefficient mess which only the English can create.” He paused, considering. ”We shouldn't knock other countries, though; back home is bad enough. New York is frightening, even with changes being made at Kennedy; there simply isn't enough airs.p.a.ce above New York I'm thinking of traveling there by train in future. Was.h.i.+ngton, D.C., is floundering Was.h.i.+ngton National's a Black Hole of Calcutta; Dulles was a giant step sideways. And Chicago will wake up one day to find it let itself get twenty years behind.” He stopped, considering. ”You remember a few years ago, when the jets first started flyingwhat conditions were like at airports which had been designed for DC-4s and Constellations.”
”I remember,” Tanya said. ”I worked at one. On normal days you couldn't move for the crowds; on busy days you couldn't breathe. We used to say it was like holding the World Series in a sand lot.”
”What's coming in the 1970s,” Mel predicted, ”is going to be worse, far worse. And not just people congestion. We'll be choking on other things, too.”
”Such as what?”
”Airways and traffic control for one, but that's another whole story. The really big thing, which most airport planning hasn't caught on to yet is that we're moving toward the dayfastwhen air freight business will be bigger than pa.s.senger traffic. The same thing's been true with every form of transportation, starting with the birchbark canoe. To begin with, people are carried, plus a little freight; but before long, there's more freight than people. In airline business we're already closer to that than is generally known. When freight does get to be top dogas will happen in the next ten years or soa lot of our present airport ideas will be obsolete. If you want a sign of the way things are moving, watch some of the young men who are going into airline management now. Not long ago, hardly anybody wanted to work in air freight departments; it was backroom stuff; pa.s.senger business had the glamour. Not any more! Now the bright boys are heading for air freight. They know that's where the future and the big promotions lie.”
Tanya laughed. ”I'll be old-fas.h.i.+oned and stick with people. Somehow freight...”
A waitress came to their table. ”The special's off, and if we get many more people in here tonight, there won't be much else either.”
They ordered coffee, Tanya cinnamon toast, and Mel a fried egg sandwich.
When the waitress had gone, Mel grinned. ”I guess I started to make a speech. I'm sorry.”
”Maybe you need the practice.” She regarded him curiously. ”You haven't made many lately.”
”I'm not president of the Airport Operators Council any more. I don't get to Was.h.i.+ngton as much, or other places either.” But it was not the whole reason for not making speeches and being less in the public eye. He suspected Tanya knew it.
Curiously, it was a speech of Mel's which had brought them together to begin with. At one of the rare interline meetings which airlines held, he had talked about coming developments in aviation, and the lag in ground organization compared with progress in the air. He had used the occasion as a dry run for a speech he intended to deliver at a national forum a week or so later. Tanya had been among the Trans America contingent, and next day had sent him one of her lower case notes: mr. b spch great. all'v us earthside slaves cheering u 4 admitting airport policy- makers asleep at drawing boards. somebody needed 2 say it. Mind suggestion? wd all be more live if fewer fax, more abt people.... pa.s.senger, once inside belly (air plane or whale, eemember jonah?) thinks only of self, not system much. i'll bet orville/wilbur felt same way once off ground. wright? tl As well as amusing him, the note had caused him to think. It was true, he realizedhe had concentrated on facts and systems to the exclusion of people as individuals. He revised his speech notes, s.h.i.+fting the emphasis as Tanya suggested. The result was the most successful presentation he had ever made. It gained him an ovation and was widely reported internationally. Afterward he had telephoned Tanya to thank her. That was when they had started seeing each other.
The thought of Tanya's first message was a reminder of the note she had sent this evening. ”I appreciate that tip about the snow committee report, though I'm curious how you managed to see it before I have.”
”No mystery. It was typed in the Trans America office. I saw our Captain Demerest checking it, and chortling.”
”Vernon showed it to you?”
”No, but he had it spread out, and I'm adept to reading upside down. Which reminds me, you didn't answer my question: Why does your brother-in-law dislike you?”
Mel grimaced. ”I guess he knows I'm not overly keen on him.”
”If you wanted to,” Tanya said, ”you could tell him now. There's the great man himself.” She nodded toward the cas.h.i.+er's desk, and Mel turned his head.
Captain Vernon Demerest of Trans America was counting out change as he paid a bill. A tall, broad-shouldered, striking figure, he towered above others around him. He was dressed informally in a Harris tweed jacket and impeccably creased slacks, yet managed to convey an impression of authoritylike a Regular Army General, Mel thought, temporarily in civilian clothes. Demerest's strong, aristocratic features were unsmiling as he addressed a four-striper Trans America captainin uniformwho was with him. It appeared that Demerest was giving instructions; the other nodded. Captain Demerest glanced briefly around the coffee shop and, observing Mel and Tanya, gave a curt, cool nod. Then, checking his watch, and with a final word to the other captain, he strode out.
”He appeared in a hurry,” Tanya said. ”Though wherever he's going, it won't be for long. Captain D. is taking Flight Two to Rome tonight.”
Mel smiled. ”The Golden Argosy?”
”No less. I see, sir, you read our advertising.”
”It's hard not to.” Mel was aware, as were millions of others who admired the four-color double-page spreads in Life, Look, the Post, and other national magazines, that Trans America Fight TwoThe Golden Argosywas the airline's crack, prestige flight. He also knew that only the line's most senior captains ever commanded it.
”It seems to be agreed,” Mel said, ”that Vernon is one of the finest pilots extant.”
”Oh yes, indeed. Extant and arrogant.” Tanya hesitated, then confided, ”If you're in a mood for gossip, you aren't alone in not caring for your brother-in-law. I heard one of our mechanics say not long ago, he was sorry there weren't propellers any more because he'd always hoped Captain Demerest would walk into one.”
Mel said sharply, ”That's a pretty savage thought.”
”I agree. Personally, I prefer what Mr. Youngquist, our president, is supposed to have said. I understand his instructions about Captain Demerest are: 'Keep that b.u.mptious b.a.s.t.a.r.d out of my hair, but book me on his flights.' ”
Mel chuckled. Knowing both men, he felt sure the sally was true. He should not have let himself be drawn into a discussion about Vernon Demerest, he realized, but news of the adverse snow report and the nuisance effect it would have, still rankled. He wondered idly where his brother-in-law was going at the moment, and if it involved one of his amorous adventures, of whichreportedlythere were a good many. Looking toward the central lobby, Mel saw that Captain Demerest had already been swallowed up in the crowds outside.
Across the table, Tanya smoothed her skirt with a swift stroking gesture which Mel had noticed before and liked. It was a feminine habit and a reminder that few women looked as good in uniform, which often seemed to have a de-s.e.xing effect, but with Tanya worked the opposite way.
Some airlines, Mel knew, let their senior pa.s.senger agents out of uniform, but Trans America liked the authority which its jaunty blue and gold commanded. Two gold rings edged with white, on Tanya's cuffs, proclaimed her Job and seniority.
As if surmising his thoughts, she volunteered, ”I may be out of uniform soon.”
”Why?”