Chapter 14
The young couple boarded the Aeronaves de Mexico flight at the Mexico City airport. He was an American of medium height, with light brown hair and a thin pencil mustache, a rather bland-looking fellow with his mouth line set in almost a straight line. He looked like what he was, an American businessman. She was a tall, olive-skinned Mexican girl whose Spanish antecedents could be discerned by the fine sculptured lines of her face and thick black hair worn in a bun at the nape of her neck. Her occupation was not easily discernible, but she was a stewardess on the same airline that they were traveling on.
They took their seats in the first-class compartment, right behind the pilot's cabin.
"It seems funny to be flying when I am not actually on duty," she said.
"It seems funny for me to be flying to another part of Mexico," he replied.
"Well, I think you will like Puerto Vallarte. It is almost like Acapulco, only nicer, less commercial. You know, Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor filmed The Night of the Iguana there."
"Yes, I know."
"I'm so glad you called me when you returned to Mexico City. Because I have this time off, and we can really have some fun in Puerto Vallarte."
"I'm looking forward to it, too."
"When do you have to return to New York?"
"I don't ever have to return there."
"Never?"
"Never."
"Well, ... if you do go back ... would you take me with you? I would like to visit New York again ... with you."
"I'll be glad to."
"Thank you. Listen ... I have a wonderful idea ... let us go take a walk to the back of the plane ... where the washrooms are...."
"Are you suggesting...."
"I think that I need some freshening up. Would you like to help me with my makeup?"
"As we once did in another Aeronaves de Mexico airplane ... about a month or so ago?"
"That is exactly what I meant."
"We might get caught."
"The captain is a personal friend of mine."