“I know.”
The woman in white gave a small laugh and turned her laptop toward herself.
“Then maybe you should go back where you belong.”
Her voice carried through the cabin.
The older woman’s smile disappeared.
“Then maybe you should go back where you belong.”
She looked toward the flight attendant.
“I don’t want any trouble.”
The attendant took the boarding pass.
“You’re not causing any.” She checked the number, then nodded toward the window. “This is your seat, Mrs. Clooney.”
The woman in white leaned back.
