She looked down at the worn card.
Then at the paper bag of new ones in her lap.
The captain returned to the cockpit.
"It belongs to you."
The flight attendants resumed service quietly.
Mrs. Clooney ordered oatmeal.
The woman beside her sat still.
For the rest of the flight, she stared at the faded card on Mrs. Clooney's tray table.
When we landed in Seattle, nobody rushed to the aisle.
The captain waited outside the cockpit.
The woman beside her sat still.
Mrs. Clooney moved toward him slowly, carrying her purse and the paper bag.
Before leaving, the entitled woman touched her arm.