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We
fly
,
swooping
majestically
through
the
air
,
listening
to
the
wind
and
the
silence
,
in
the
early
morning
light
.
Who
could
ask
for
more
?
“
See
the
joystick
in
front
of
you
?
”
he
shouts
again
.
I
look
at
the
stick
that
is
jerking
between
my
legs
.
Oh
no
,
where
’
s
he
going
with
this
?
“
Grab
hold
.
”
Oh
,
shit
.
He
’
s
going
to
make
me
fly
the
plane
.
No
!
“
Go
on
,
Anastasia
.
Grab
it
,
”
he
urges
more
vehemently
.
Tentatively
,
I
grasp
it
and
feel
the
pitch
and
yaw
of
what
I
assume
are
rudders
and
paddles
or
whatever
keeps
this
thing
in
the
air
.
“
Hold
tight
…
keep
it
steady
.
See
the
middle
dial
in
front
?
Keep
the
needle
dead
center
.
”
My
heart
is
in
my
mouth
.
Holy
shit
.
I
am
flying
a
glider
…
I
’
m
soaring
.
“
Good
girl
.
”
Christian
sounds
delighted
.
