When I returned to my seat with Nicholas in tow, I found Elva still excitedly looking out the window. She had her hands on either side of it, her nose pressed up against the glass.
“Elva,” I said, lightly scolding her. If there was any turbulence, she was likely to bump her head against the glass and hurt herself.
“Sorry, Mommy,” Elva said as she turned. When she saw Nicholas with me, her eyes went wide. “Nick-lass!”
“Hi, Princess,” Nicholas said. Elva beamed. Nicholas glanced at me. “May I sit beside Elva for the rest of the flight?”
The rows were six seats wide with an aisle down the middle. This put three seats on either side of the aisle. If Nicholas took the seat beside Elva, that would have me sitting in the third seat, the one nearest the aisle and farthest from the window.
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