As the aeroplane angled downwards, a baby started to cry.
The cry turned into a shriek and the Mum got up to pace in the unstable plane.
Alice looked down as the sparkling lights of the city gradually became clear enough so she could distinguish individual skyscrapers and highways. Soon the houses became clear as well as the traffic crawling this way and that. There were patches of fog over the mountains but the landing strip was mostly clear.
She was surprised at the feeling of warmth and eagerness that rose in her bosom. Soon I will see my foster family again. Mum—Margaret had always cared for me so lovingly and patiently even when I acted like a type rebellious teenager. She smiled sardonically.
They will know that I have been crying. That will put a damper on things. She removed a neatly pressed handkerchief from her purse. It was a gift from Emily and she had made an identical one for herself. Alice hated to use it but had no choice. She wished she could cleanse her eyes with cold water so that they wouldn’t know she had been weeping but they were going at such a steep angle now, and felt sure it wouldn’t be allowed to get up and walk around anymore.
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