CH 197

In the sky, the black plane turned its wings, and a black figure climbed under the wings. The wind made her hair dance wildly, but her brown eyes were shining brightly. The field below lined to the foot of the mountain. Looking down at the small village, at a glance, she saw a tall man supporting a rickety gray-haired old woman, looking eagerly at the road extending to the village. The two people had different looks of expectation on their faces. Waiting quietly, waiting for the return of the person they were thinking about.