THE LANDING 311
The jet was landing at the Los Angeles airport, and Ben struggled to keep his feet from bumping Quazum, who was crammed under the seat covered by a blanket. The heavy woman beside him continued noticing strange movements and sounds coming from below. “How much longer?” asked Quazum. “It’s okay,” answered Ben. “We’re here. Just hold on.” Ben turned to the woman sitting next to him and repeated, “I’ve just got to hold it together. Not much longer.” The woman looked confused and continued watching Ben and the strange shaped blanket. Everyone was quiet as the stewardess began talking over the speaker. “Flight to Los Angeles is now arriving. Temperatures in the big city are now in the mid-seventies. Please keep seatbelts fastened and seats in full upright positions. All carry-on items must
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