They’d been in the air about ten hours. By the time Harry finished the baklava dessert, he’d had four glasses of wine. Two had been his limit, at least when Lucille was making the rules at home. Then at Aldo’s urging, he’d accepted a Courvoisier VSOP cognac from Zehra.
It finally occurred to Harry that the discomfort in his bladder could not be ignored. Aldo was snoring, his head nodding on his chest and bobbing slightly with each rhythmic breath. Harry hated to disturb him, but he decided he couldn’t wait any longer. Getting up and edging past Aldo in the aisle seat was awkward even with the extra legroom in this cabin, but Harry moved slowly and gently and finally navigated his bulk into the aisle without waking his companion. The cabin lights had been turned down to allow the passenger
