AUDIO BOOK - BETWEEN THE BRIDGE AND THE RIVER

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Narrator, Bussiness Man, Bussiness Woman, Flight Attendant, Snarky Flight Attendant

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Language

English

Accents

North American (General)

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Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
fear makes people unreasonable and unpleasant to deal with. And given that the flight attendants of American Airlines were unreasonable and unpleasant to deal with before that dreaded September 11th it would be silly to think they would be any better after it. Fraser knew this, but the passenger seated next to him in this small first class cabin, slightly bigger seat, different upholstery, cheesy niblets on departure did not. She was a professional of some sort, thought Fraser through his tranquil, boozy fog, perhaps a lawyer, all pens and gadgets and power book and phone a tiny phone the size of a small potato to prove she met business Before the women's movement, phones were large and obvious. Bakelite gentlemanly affairs. Now they were discreet and ruthless, like stilettos. The flight attendant, a blonde Doriane, pounced on her like an alarm cat. You can't make calls during the flight. Shut it off. Now, the professional woman didn't look up, didn't move, did not engage with the bitter harpy in the nylon dress. I'm not making a call. I'm checking my schedule. It's also on my phone. Shut it off now. The woman still didn't look up or stop what she was doing. Please don't use that tone when you're talking to me. Furious, the Gorgon turned and stormed off to get the supervisor. Fraser smiled at his fellow passengers victory. He almost congratulated her, but then remembered she might recognize him and know him to be a disgraced sexual deviant. He sunk further into his chair, guilty under the Lawson sausage baseball cap. Congratulations. Would have been premature anyway, because the Gorgon returned a moment later with her supervisor calling. Colin was going to be 50 in two weeks. His lover, Berry, had just left him for a younger, prettier, richer man. He had hemorrhoids and an ingrown toenail. No ***** was going to back. Talk him or any of his girls today. Excuse me. No phones are allowed during the flight. Please shut it off. Spat Colin, The app Electric gory on peeping over his shoulder. I explained to your colleague, although this is a phone, it is also a small personal computer. And it is in that capacity that I am using it now. Fraser pretended to be asleep. If you don't turn it off, I will inform the captain that we have an unruly passenger and he will make an unscheduled landing at the nearest airport. We're halfway across the Atlantic. The nearest airport is probably Miami, and we're going there anyway. That is up to the captain. If I make the report, you will be arrested upon arrival. No matter where we land, please turn off the phone. The woman closed her phone and put it in her bag. Calling in the Gorgon inhaled their victory. If you use it again, I will report you all right, said the woman as she looked up and read his name. Tag Colon and the Gorgon turned and walked away. The woman called after him calling. He turned, May I have some peanuts and a glass of chardonnay? Colin thought for a moment, then nodded to the Gorgon, and they both headed to the galley to fetch the nuts and wine Before they did something really stupid. The woman's side and opened the in flight magazine. Frazier couldn't resist without opening his eyes, he said. That was magnificent. She smiled. Thank you. She flitted through the magazine for a moment, then said, I know who you are. He didn't reply. She unbuttoned her jacket. Her lacy bra was visible through her white shirt. My mother loves your show. I'm sorry about all your trouble. I don't think there's anything wrong with what you did. I like a man who enjoys sex. Fraser missed all of this after he heard Thank you. Zannex finally clashed with the whiskey and put him into the canvas. He was out. The woman turned and looked at him. A little pool of spit that had been collecting in his mouth overflowed into a long, wet string that connected to his cardigan. She went back to the magazine, finally settling on a travel piece about the shopping delights of Old Town Helsinki.