*

…The door swings open.

I am greeted by a full on smile.

An air stewardess smile.

My greet is even dressed like an air stewardess,

without the hat, although her hair-style would accommodate such a hat.

As she ushers me into an expansive wood-panelled hallway,

I am enveloped in her perfume.

My head starts to spin…

I think of my wife, Maddy, of home cooking and herbs.

My hostess raises a quizzical, well-shaped, eyebrow,

and shows me into a waiting room to the right of the entrance door.

I am relieved when she has gone,

but suspect that she will soon be back.

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