Chapter 2
Marcus asked Rachel to give him a moment.
He said it quietly. She stepped away.
Then he knelt beside my seat.
“Mom, tell me what happened.”
I glanced at the people watching us. “You have a plane to fly.”
“I do. Tell me first.”
I showed him the pass. He checked the name, flight number, and seat. Then he asked whether anyone had told me why there might be a problem with the booking.
“No one checked it,” I said. “Rachel told me to move.”
The second attendant came forward. Her name tag read Denise. She had heard enough to know what Marcus was asking.
“I can verify the seat on the cabin list,” she said.
“Please do,” Marcus replied. “And ask the gate agent to check it against the reservation.”
He stood and faced the aisle.
“Boarding can continue,” he said. “Ms. Carter is seated in her assigned seat.”
I was grateful he used my name. For several minutes, I had felt like a problem to be moved out of sight.
Rachel approached again while Denise checked the list.
“I was trying to avoid a seating conflict,” she told Marcus.
“Was there another passenger assigned to 2A?”
“I thought there might be.”
“Had you checked?”
She didn’t answer.
The man across the aisle put his phone down.
“She showed the boarding pass,” he said. “I heard her ask for it to be checked.”
Marcus nodded to him, then looked back at Rachel.
“I’ll need you to give Denise your account before departure.”
Rachel’s eyes widened. “Right now?”
“Yes.”
Denise returned with the cabin list. My name was beside 2A. A gate agent confirmed the reservation a minute later. Marcus had bought it three weeks earlier. There had been no change.
The answer took less time than the argument had.
I heard Rachel say, “I’m sorry for the confusion.”
She was looking at Marcus.
I waited for her to turn toward me. She didn’t.
Marcus noticed. “Mom, would you like me to stay?”
“No,” I said. “Go do your work.”
He touched my shoulder. His hand was warm.
“I’ll see you in Chicago.”
He returned to the cockpit. Denise asked Rachel to come with her to the galley. The gate agent remained near the door, speaking into a radio.
Boarding resumed around me. The woman who had been trapped in the aisle placed her suitcase overhead and sat across from me.
“I’m sorry you had to deal with that,” she whispered.
“Thank you.”
I looked out the window so she wouldn’t see my eyes fill.
I had wanted Marcus to see me sitting there, proud of him. Instead, his first sight of me had been a flight attendant telling him I didn’t belong.
A few minutes later, Denise came back. She told me my seat was confirmed and asked whether I needed anything.
“Could I have some water?”
“Of course.”
When she handed me the glass, her voice softened.
“I should have checked the pass when I first came over. I’m sorry.”
She had tried. Rachel hadn’t let her.
“You checked it when you could,” I said.
I watched her return to the galley. Rachel was standing there with the gate agent. I couldn’t hear their conversation, but I saw Rachel gesture toward me.
My hands tightened around the glass.
The man across the aisle leaned toward me. He introduced himself as David Price. He had recorded part of the exchange after Rachel raised her voice.
“I thought you might want it,” he said.
I didn’t know whether I did.
“Please don’t post it,” I told him.
“I won’t. I can send it to you if you want a copy.”
I wrote down my email address. I had taught children long enough to know that memories could change when people became frightened of consequences. A recording might matter.
The gate agent came to my seat.
“Ms. Carter, your ticket is valid,” she said. “We apologize for the delay.”
I thanked her, though I wanted to ask why Rachel had been so sure.
When the cabin door closed, Denise made the safety announcement. Rachel remained in the galley. I fastened my belt and stared at the front of the plane.
The engines started.
For the first time, I was afraid Marcus would be too distracted to fly. I knew how carefully he guarded his work. I closed my eyes and pictured him in the cockpit, following every step he had followed on hundreds of flights.
We moved away from the gate.
As the plane turned toward the runway, my phone lit up with a message from my granddaughter Zoe.
ARE YOU ON DAD’S PLANE?
I typed back.
YES. I’M IN MY SEAT.
She answered with a heart and a photograph of the graduation gown hanging on her bedroom door.
I had come to Chicago for her graduation tomorrow. Marcus had insisted I fly with him so we could all have dinner tonight. We had talked about that dinner for weeks.
Now I wondered how much he had heard and what he would do when we landed.
The plane lifted through the clouds. I pressed my palm to the window until the airport disappeared.
A few minutes later, Denise crouched beside me.
“The captain asked me to make sure you’re comfortable,” she said.
“I am.”
“He also asked me to tell you he’s focused on the flight.”
I gave a small laugh through tears.
“That sounds like my son.”
Denise smiled. Then her expression grew serious.
“When we land, someone from the airline’s customer-care team would like to speak with you. It’s your choice.”
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I looked at the bent pass in my lap.
“I’ll speak with them,” I said. “But first, I want to speak with Marcus.”
