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Bertie waits beside a shooting break, a stiff breeze whipping his coat, as a small plane lands and taxis.
While he waits Bertie practises breathing exercises.
The cockpit canopy slides back and - DAVID - leaps out, removing his leather helmet and goggles, gold hair gleaming, a sun god descended from the skies.
DAVID
Hello, Bertie. Been waiting long?
BERTIE
Where’ve you been?
Bertie stammers badly in the presence of his brother.
DAVID
Been busy.
BERTIE
So was I. Elizabeth has pneumonia.
DAVID
I’m sorry. She’ll recover.
Bertie shoots him a look.
BERTIE
Father won’t.
DAVID
I’ll drive.