At the airport, we were led onto the tarmac to board a smaller private jet. The royal jet, though small, lacked for no luxury. The seats were the finest leather. There was a sitting room and a large television.
I’d never really been on a plane before at all, much less a fancy one like this. But I had seen what a cramped regular plane was supposed to be like on television and in movies. So I knew this was something much more elaborate and different.
Despite the large area for mingling, I led Elva to the forward-facing chairs with seatbelts. Like me, Elva had never been on a plane either. I had heard that taking off and landing were the scariest parts. I didn’t want her to be scared.
However, as we sat in our chairs, she swung her legs back and forth like a dance, and sung to herself abse
