Skyjack! [antikvár]

The air hostess smiled. 'Welcome aboard, sir. Would you like a newspaper?' 'Yes, please.' Carl took the newspaper and looked at his ticket. 'I'm in seat 5F. Where's that?' 'It's near the front of the plane, sir. On the left, there. By the window.' 'I see. Thank you very much.' Carl smiled back at the air hostess. She was young and pretty. Just like my daughter, he thought. He put his bag under his seat and sat down. His friend Harald sat beside him. They watched the other passengers coming onto the plane. Harald looked at his watch. '9.30 p.m.,' he said. 'Good. We're on time.' Carl agreed. 'And in three hours we'll be home,' he said. 'That's good. We've been away for a long time. You'll be pleased to see your family, won't you, Harald?' Harald smiled. 'Yes, I will. Have you seen this, sir?' He opened his bag and took out two small planes. 'These are for my sons. I always bring something back for them.' 'How old are your sons?' Carl asked. 'Five and almost seven. The older one has a birthday tomorrow.' 'He'll be very excited tonight then.' 'Yes. I hope he gets some sleep.' 1