Harry stumbled while crossing the high threshold.
High windows let light into the big interior, but most of it was in shadow. A monstrous yellow biplane dominated the space. It had two open cockpit seats with tiny window cowlings and pointed it nose to the sky because its tail rested on a tiny rear wheel. The struts between the wings and the trim were painted a gloss black. Even in the shadows, it gleamed. The last time he’d seen it had been a dozen years ago when it was a stack of exposed frames, a mostly-intact fuselage, and pallets of metal parts. It now glistened.
Beyond it was parked a small helicopter that seated four or six and was painted in the same brilliant colors. Across the nose of each was painted “Naron’s Goldfinch Air.” Of course, her aircraft were the colors of the littl
