Sibby stepped back from the plane engine and fixed the handkerchief around her hair. It would be greasy now, and her hair would be, too, but at least it would be out of her eyes. Rainy days like this made her think that she should really cut her hair short.
"When is the rain going to stop?" Sally groaned.
"Not soon enough," Sibby sighed. "We have maybe an hour of light left, so we just have to get this done."
"I suppose we'll be giving the boys a good show, at least," Sally laughed, looking back at the hangar door.