caffeine, reindeer, press, wig, barber
Jenny pressed the cup she held, with the last of the caffeine laden coffee dregs in it, to her lips as she watched the landing gears lower through the window she sat near. The coffee was now cold and bitter causing Jenny to scrunch up her face in disgust. There wasn’t even any cream or sugar to add. But she desperately needed the caffeine to wake up after the sleepless night she’d had, so she decided to just drink it black. Definitely not her usual, but she’d take what she could get at this point. When she was able to catch a few winks (between flight transfers) she would end up dreaming of reindeers of all things.
As the plane slowly descended towards the airport, Jenny thought about the events that brought her to the red-eye flight.
“Cancer” That was what the word the doctor had used according to Jenny’s sister Rhina. Their stout hard working mother, who was hardly ever sick a day in her life, had cancer. They still weren’t entirely sure where exactly the cancer was in her body other than it was originating somewhere in the abdominal region and that it was, apparently, growing faster than anticipated. When Rhina had first gotten the news she had contacted Jenny right away to inform her promising to keep her up-to-date, but had told her that there wasn’t any need, at that time, for Jenny to spend the money to fly clear across the continent to be there. Rhina new that finances were tight for Jenny and that a plane ticket would be expensive.
Now, barely two months after the first mention of Cancer, Jenny found herself on a red-eye flight flying into Portland International. It had been the only flight she could get on such short notice and even then there had been a couple transfers involved. Not to mention she had maxed out her credit card buying the plane ticket.