Mrs. Clooney turned.
The woman's careful makeup had broken around her eyes.
"I'm sorry." Her voice barely carried. "For what I said. For how I looked at you. I was cruel."
Mrs. Clooney studied her.
"I'm sorry."
Then she took the woman's hand between both of hers.
"It's never too late to make someone feel welcome."
The woman began crying.
Mrs. Clooney squeezed her fingers once, then continued toward the captain.
He opened his arms. She stepped into them.
The woman began crying.
***
I walked through the terminal watching people meet beneath the arrival signs.
A little boy ran into his grandmother's coat.