Red Cross Shoes
Phyliss wanted some Red Cross shoes and drove to Belks in Raleigh and bought them and then drove to the airport looking for Carl.
His back was turned when she found him in the hangar. He was looking for a screw on a work bench that had rolled away as he was attempting to install a radio he had bought for the Taylorcraft.
The work of it had been making him crazy because craming everything into the small area available caused him contortions and he was clumsy with small things because he had large hands and small screws and wires were involved in small spaces.
Phyliss could tell by the hunch of his back that he was angry about something and looked down at her new shoes before she said anything to him.
She said, "Hey Carl, what are you doing?"
He didn’t turn around but recognizing her voice, and having recognized her step, and having known she might show up, said, "I’m trying to put this fucking radio in the airplane."
He then found the screw.
He put the screw between his thumb and his forefinger and turned around and looked at her.
Phyliss was wearing a brown side pleated skirt and riding sort of matching jacket with a little red trim on the collar and a cream colored silk blouse with a scarf tie and a hat with her legs in black silk ending on the ground in red shoes cut to point between her big toe and the one next to it.
Carl could not help but look her up and down.
"Is Harvey coming?" He said.
He knew from the look on her face and the way she was standing that Harvey was not the reason she was there, but that he was.
"No, I came to see you."
"What for?" Carl said regretting that he was not entirely sure and ready for the answer because he could feel that there was some trouble involved.
"Take me up with you." She said.
‘Fuck it.’ Carl thought being seduced.
The look of her leg moving to within the plane excited and pleased him and they taxied to takeoff with smiling anticipation.