The Visitor Comes Again
Lea had just lowered her skirt and stood up when the captain came on the intercom and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, they’ve cleared the runway, and so we are now descending into Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport. Please take your seats.”
Out in the cabin, there was cheering — there had been threats of diverting to Miami.
In the bathroom, Lea was having a panic attack.
Fuckity-f**k-f**k. What was she doing?
doing?Well, she thought, as she made her way back to her seat, she was moving to Atlanta for her new job, which started in just a week’s time. The job she’d been dreaming of, at a theater she was overjoyed to be working at. She was going to have a staff, for f**k’s sake! She wasn’t going to be the whole staff — and the janitor, and the concessio
