“But one of them is my purse!” she proclaimed feeling the tears well in her eyes.
“I’m sorry, one of them is mine,” Titan said from behind her. “We’re just fighting right now and she won’t let me hold it. See, I have her shoes. The heel broke.”
Sophie looked down at her feet and then, for the first time, back at Titan. He was holding her shoes. She had thought that they were lost.
“Is this true, ma’am.”
Sophie didn’t want Titan’s help now just like she didn’t want his danish. But once again accepting his help seemed so easy with such a small consequence.
“Are one of these bags his, ma’am?” the attendant asked again.
She didn’t want to, but she said, “Yes”.
“Thank you, ma’am. Enjoy your flight.”
Sophie sped through the walkway as quickly as she could. Boarding the plane this time ho
