Cynthia had received a phone call from the Boston sisters telling her their flight was delayed and they weren't now expected until late afternoon.
Neither of the children seemed concerned about the flight, though.
On the flight down to Washington a strange and perhaps unfair thought hit me.
I've got a flight into Dallas tomorrow — well, actually it would be today — late evening.
She checked the clock on the nightstand then the notepad listing the time of the flight she'd booked the afternoon before after exploring the mansion.
It was the roughest flight Dean had ever taken.
They might balk at getting on an airline flight flown by a computer and prefer having a pilot on board to take over if he "feels in his gut" that something is wrong (even if that feeling is the airport burrito he had for lunch).
In such transparent and seemingly bottomless water, reflecting the clouds, I seemed to be floating through the air as in a balloon, and their swimming impressed me as a kind of flight or hovering, as if they were a compact flock of birds passing just beneath my level on the right or left, their fins, like sails, set all around them.
He then left for Boston and a flight that would arrive a few hours after Julie's.
By tomorrow we'll have a better handle on the situations, enough at least to make flight arrangements.
He nearly broke both their necks when he slipped on the wet tile floor as he made his way to the receptionist who directed them to a flight of metal stairs that led downward to an empty hall.
Dean had allowed what he thought was plenty of time for the flight but the rental car area was slow and the entire airport was crowded with storm-delayed travelers.
His flight was delayed and the power went off at the house.
Alex contacted his father and then made flight arrangements.
About two hundred yards away a lone wolf stood poised for flight, watching them cautiously.
Out flight was early so we had time for dinner on the way from the airport.
The day before, she'd found quite a few treasures, to include the backpack, a flashlight, the key locker for the cars in the garage, and Jake's wallet, which happened to have a credit card, which she had secretly used to book a flight from Tucson to Virginia.
As if it were no particular problem, he said they had lost vital signs in flight a couple times.
He left the sparring level without saying a word to Ully and followed his instincts up a flight of stairs and down a narrow hall he recognized from his visit to their father.s catacombs with Kris.
Ready my personal ship for the flight to Qatwal.
The flight steadied out, and they flew for an hour over the Appalachian landscape.
He found himself on the Caribbean Sanctuary, in the small chamber with the Oracle book. Sea breeze swept through the small windows of the room, and he took a step towards the lectern on which the open book rested. The pages displayed had a few words written on them rather than the constantly shifting writing that normally scrawled itself across the pages. He felt himself compelled towards the book even as his fight-or-flight instinct reared up.
To their disappointment there was within this mountain no regular flight of steps by means of which they could mount to the earth's surface.
But his most wonderful work is the painting of the trees, which look, after his task is done, as if they were covered with the brightest layers of gold and rubies; and are beautiful enough to comfort us for the flight of summer.
The idea of defeat and flight could not enter Rostov's head.
When the flight of the French army along the Smolensk road became well defined, what Konovnitsyn had foreseen on the night of the eleventh of October began to occur.
The events of the previous year: the burning of Moscow and the flight from it, the death of Prince Andrew, Natasha's despair, Petya's death, and the old countess' grief fell blow after blow on the old count's head.
Martha would drive Howie to Boston's Logan Airport for his flight back to California while Quinn would remain to pack up his equipment before leaving later for a hundred mile drive to their home in nearby Peabody, Mass.
It was midafternoon before we got Howie on the road, first to Boston and then a flight west.
She would drop by shortly to pick up her boarding pass for her flight to the golden west.
I heard Quinn say yesterday that flight to Santa Barbara was full so maybe he drove all the way into Los Angeles to pick them up.
Dean was carefully reassembling his bicycle after it had been packed for the flight from Pennsylvania.
The flight out on Friday night had been a comfortable few hours spent at thirty-odd thousand feet, sandwiched between a cloud-covered countryside and a starlit sky.
As soon as the plane left the runways they were enveloped in clouds, and neither ground nor sky visible during the entire one-hour flight to Baltimore.
The rain was steadier and the day was darker as they moved from their arrival gate to find the connecting flight to Norfolk.
Cynthia Byrne looked worse with each passing hour and just before their flight was called, excused herself and went to the ladies' room.
The flight was on schedule and thankfully there was little time for forced conversation.
Plane tickets for the next day's flight to Virginia were on Dean's desk with a list of the time he was to leave his house, where he should park at the airport and a description of Detective Norman Hunter whom he was to meet in Norfolk.
Norfolk called to confirm Dean's flight, adding there was nothing much new on the case from their end.
Rita wished him a nice flight the next day, pulled on a sweater with a hole through which her elbow protruded, reminded him it was after 5:00, and left the office.
The traffic crawled to a near standstill as Dean's blood pressure mounted, sure the 8:00 direct flight to Norfolk would leave without him.
Your return flight back isn't until 4:00 so we've got hours to grab a bite and check out that motel.