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"Yes. I have it right on this cart," said the stew.
"Now, please," said the passenger.
"Two colas then," said the stewardess.
The passenger, who had been so gentle and consider-
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ate since the plane left New York City, rudely snatched. a drink before the stewardess could serve Kathy.
He held it to Jus lips, watching the front of the plane in wide-eyed fear, Kathy could see he held a white oblong pill near the lip of the glass.
Without taking His eyes off the front of the plane, he said: "I want you to remember one thing, Mrs. Miller. Love is always stronger. Love is strength. Hate is weakness."
Kathy Miller did not have time for philosophy. Over the plane's loudspeaker came words that curdled her intestines.
"This is the Revolutionary Liberation Front of Free Palestine. Through our courageous endeavors, we have gloriously captured this vehicle of capitalistic-zionistic oppression. We have liberated this airplane. It is now in our hands. Make no sudden moves and you will not be hurt. Any sudden moves and you will be shot. Everyone put his hands on His head. No sudden moves. Anyone who fails to put his hands on his head will be shot."
To put her hands OH her head would mean dropping the baby, Kathy Miller put her left hand on her head and held the baby with her right. Maybe one hand would be good enough. She shut her eyes and prayed, prayed as she had been taught to pray in Sunday School in Eureka, Kansas. She talked to God, explaining that she had nothing to do with this and that they shouldn't hurt her or the baby. She begged God to let her and her baby live.
"Dr. Geleth. Dr. Isadore Geleth. In which seat are you?" came the voice over the loudspeaker.
Kathy could hear people move down the aisle. She
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felt a wetness at her feet. It must be her cola, that she had dropped. She did not want to open her eyes to see it, though. She would keep her eyes shut and hold Kevin to her chest and it would all pass. She had nothing to do with this whole thing. She was just a passenger. At worst, the plane would fly around a few hours longer and then she would open her eyes and find that they had finally landed at Athens Airport. That's what would happen if she kept her eyes shut. The people who were hijacking the plane would have to land somewhere. They would get off and she and Kevin would fly with everyone else to Athens.
"Dr. Geleth. We know you are aboard. We will find you, Dr. Geleth. Do not endanger other passengers," said the voice from the loudspeaker.
Kathy heard the passengers murmur. One woman shouted that she was having a heart attack. A young child cried. A stewardess kept repeating that everyone should be calm. Kathy felt the plane descend. She remembered she had read somewhere that a bullet through the skin of a plane at high altitude could cause an explosion. Or was it an implosion? No, an explosion. Everything would rush out. Air pressure at high altitudes made a gun battle tantamount to turning the aircraft into a bomb.
"Dr. Geleth. We will get you. We call upon the passengers to signal if they are sitting next to Dr. Geleth or know where he is. We do not wish to harm you. We are peaceful. We do not wish to harm anyone."
Kathy felt something hard and metallic next to her head.
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"I can't put my other hand up. I'll drop my baby," she said.
"Open your eyes." The voice was soft and menacing, the silky smoothness of a snake.
Kathy did what she had not wished to do until it was all over. She opened her eyes. A pistol was pointed at her forehead, and a nervous, gaunt-faced young man in a business suit leaned over from the aisle holding it
The passenger who had assured her that hijacking was so improbable was sleeping through this. His eyes were closed, his hands relaxed on His lap. The tip of his tongue stuck out of His lips like a sliver of bubble gum. It was then that Kathy realized that she was still holding her drink, in the hand above her head. The passenger had dropped his and that was probably the wetness she had felt. But she did not dare look down.
"You know him?" said the gunman, nodding toward the passenger.
"No. No. We just talked," said Kathy.
"We know him," said the gunman, and let out a stream of foreign words that sounded as if he were preparing to spit.
Quickly another gunman came up behind Mm in support.
"May I put down my drink?" asked Kathy. The other gunman, a swarthy youth with the inner stillness of a cave, nodded that she might do so.
Kathy dropped the drink to the carpeted floor of the plane and clutched Kevin with both hands.
"What is your name, if you please?" asked the swarthy gunman.
"Miller. Mrs. Katherine Miller. My husband is an
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engineer for a construction firm. He's on a job in Athens. I'm flying there to meet him."
"Very good. And what did Dr. Geleth say to you while you flew next to each other?"
"Oh, just conversation. I don't know him. I mean, we just talked." She kept waiting for the passenger to wake up, to say something, to draw their attention from her onto himself.
"I see," the gunman said. "And he gave you something?"
"No, no," said Kathy, shaking her head. "He didn't give me anything."
The swarthy gunman gave a sharp command in that guttural language. The gun next to Kathy's head disappeared inside a belt. His hands free, the lighterskinned gunman removed the jacket from Dr. Geleth and in the leaden way the body responded, Kathy knew the gentle passenger next to her was dead. The pill he had held near his glass when the three men hi business suits went forward, had obviously been poison.
With swift expert hands, the lighter gunman stripped and searched Dr. Geleth.
"Nothing," he said finally.
"No matter. It was his mind that we wanted. Mrs. Miller, are you sure Dr. Geleth said nothing of importance to you?"
Kathy shook her head.
"Let us try. What were the last words he said to you?"
"He said love was stronger than hate."
"That is a lie. He told you something," said the . swarthy gunman, his lips quivering.
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"We have failed," said the lighter-skinned man. "What could he tell her in a minute? Besides, even if he had given her His life's work, what was important was him. His body for ransom. He knew that dead, he was worth nothing to us in an exchange. We are defeated. We failed."
Froth formed at the corner of the swarthy man's' mouth.
"We have not failed. This American helped the Jew. If the Americans didn't help, we would have succeeded. She is responsible."