A
beautiful woman sat in the aisle seat, row 6, and I took the window. More
passengers filed in, and then a man took the middle seat. He wanted to sit by her. The plane was full of
conversation minutes after takeoff. The man and woman talked. They
talked the whole flight. I caught bits and pieces of what he said, but nothing
she said. He told some stories. One was about a time he cashed a check
at a bank drive-through but at home discovered the teller gave him too much
money, which he reported. What a guy: honest and so secure that he doesn't even
count money when it is given to him.
His smothered, gentle laughs, his quiet
applause at her jokes, and the sun streaming through the window onto the pages of my book—it all felt so good.
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