The entitled woman looked down too.
“Are you selling something?”
“No.”
“Because solicitation isn’t allowed on flights.”
“Are you selling something?”
Mrs. Clooney’s fingers worried the edge of her cardigan.
“They’re only cards.”
“For what?”
She hesitated. “Birthdays.”
The woman returned to her screen.
“How quaint.”
Mrs. Clooney turned back toward the window.
“They’re only cards.”
