She gasped and straightened her shoulders. “Mr. Dymon, I got private jet coochie?” Bernard choked and cleared his throat, while I continued to laugh. “Okay, sorry, Mr. Bernard. That was very out of line, and I wouldn’t have said anything like that in front of my father. I’m going to get out the car now and pray that God guides the pilot’s hands and eyes through the sky on this tiny… little…”
