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The plane jumps and for a moment we’re all floating. The sparkles in BJ’s dress glittering as they enjoy zero gravity. Then we come crashing down. I hit the hard floor at the same time that air masks fall from the ceiling above the seats. They dangle down in a way that almost looks festive. Like party streamers.
Why did I ignore the flight attendants when they were telling us what to do if the cabin lost pressure? I mean, no one ever pays attention to them, and now everyone is scrambling, fighting over masks, and praying to a variety of different deities. BJ is just kind of stunned, and trying to get her bosoms back inside her dress after enjoying their own moments of weightlessness.
There’s a tug on my elbow, and I turn to find Tina.
“It could be one of the wind gods; I never did tr
