Julie was a basket case when she learned she'd be required to transfer planes in Los Angeles.
I'm used to planes being late more often than on time.
The place was a morgue of mannequins, all clutching briefcases, their faces in newspapers as the planes stood silently by.
It was too late to get a non-stop flight so I have you going out of Allentown and changing planes in Baltimore.
When he withdrew, she reached out to touch the planes and angles of his face.
