***

As Joel got in the cockpit, he patted his pocket one last time. When he'd arrived in Turtle Cove, he had spent some time wandering the town while he waited for his air show time slot. As he had passed a flower shop he had gotten an idea. The big quiet guy who worked there had helped him get what he needed. And now, with his 'cargo' safely in his pocket, Joel sped his plane down the runway.

He couldn't be fashionably late now. He actually had to get there before the party started. And he wasn't going to screw this up.