Chapter 8
We boarded the 747 and found our seats in business class. While Mother made herself comfortable in the window seat, I swung our carry-on cases into the overhead compartment, then sat beside her.
Once our jet was in the air, Mother lowered her seat and slipped into an easy doze. I stretched out my legs, but I didn’t bother shifting in my seat in an attempt to become more comfortable. I knew it was useless, and no matter what I did, I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep.
Instead, I gazed through the window, watching as clouds in the midnight-blue sky drifted by, and I thought of Mark and red roses.
The closest he and I had come to exchanging words of love had been shortly after his birthday, while we’d watched the John Wayne movie Hondo. After the squaw-seeking, Hondo told Angie Lo
