Duncan

"May I get you anything, a drink or snack, before we take off?" the woman in blue asks. Her name tag says Cindy.

"Kimbra?" I pose, very aware that she chose to sit in the seat across from me instead of next to me.

"No," she says. "Thank you, Cindy."

"Sir?" Cindy asks.

Though I have a new desire for alcohol, it is only eleven o'clock in the morning. "I think we're fine. We'll let you know if anything changes."

"I'll be just a phone call ...