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“
Likewise
,
”
he
says
,
and
I
can
tell
from
his
accent
that
he
’
s
British
.
As
I
take
Christian
’
s
hand
,
there
’
s
a
mounting
excitement
in
my
belly
.
Wow
…
gliding
!
We
follow
Mark
Benson
out
across
the
tarmac
toward
the
runway
.
He
and
Christian
keep
up
a
running
conversation
.
I
catch
the
gist
.
We
will
be
in
a
Blanik
L
-
23
,
which
is
apparently
better
than
the
L
-
13
,
although
this
is
open
to
debate
.
Benson
will
be
flying
a
Piper
Pawnee
.
He
’
s
been
flying
tail
draggers
for
about
five
years
now
.
It
all
means
nothing
to
me
,
but
glancing
up
at
Christian
,
he
is
so
animated
,
so
in
his
element
,
it
’
s
a
pleasure
to
watch
him
.
The
plane
itself
is
long
,
sleek
,
and
white
with
orange
stripes
.
It
has
a
small
cockpit
with
two
seats
,
one
in
front
of
the
other
.
It
’
s
attached
by
a
long
white
cable
to
a
small
,
conventional
singlepropeller
plane
.
Benson
opens
the
large
,
clear
Perspex
dome
that
frames
the
cockpit
,
allowing
us
to
climb
in
.
“
First
we
need
to
strap
on
your
parachute
.
”
Parachute
!
“
I
’
ll
do
that
,
”
Christian
interrupts
him
and
takes
the
harness
from
Benson
,
who
smiles
amenably
at
him
.
“
I
’
ll
fetch
some
ballast
,
”
Benson
says
,
and
heads
toward
the
plane
.
“
You
like
strapping
me
into
things
,
”
I
observe
dryly
.
“
Miss
Steele
,
you
have
no
idea
.
Here
,
step
into
the
straps
.
”
I
do
as
I
’
m
told
,
placing
my
arm
on
his
shoulder
.
Christian
stiffens
slightly
but
doesn
’
t
move
.
Once
my
feet
are
in
the
loops
,
he
pulls
the
parachute
up
,
and
I
place
my
arms
through
the
shoulder
straps
.
Deftly
he
fastens
the
harness
and
tightens
all
the
straps
.
