Chapter Twenty-Four Sax shifted uneasily on the hard plastic seat in the row of chairs at gate 12C. The seats were so uncomfortable. The two magazines Cinnamon had bought Sax to read on the plane were surprisingly heavy. When Cinnamon bought The New Yorker and Vogue at the newsstand she told Sax they would educate her about New York, both its charms and its dangers. “What did you mean danger?” said Sax. Cinnamon had just returned carrying a cup tray with two grandee lattés from the Starbucks at gate 48D. While there was a Coffee Spot outlet across from gate 12C, she explained New Yorkers only drank Starbucks or a coffee from one of the most trendy cafés. “Oh, now don’t you worry, all will become clear once you start studying.” Cinnamon sat, leaving a seat between them, and placed the t
