Chapter 4
“It’s always the cheap seats when we fly commercial,” said Kurt. He folded his six-foot form into the airplane seat, and tucked a bottle of water into the pocket of the seat in front of him. He’d jammed his coat and laptop into the overhead bin, with the faint hopes of being more comfortable in the seat. It probably wasn’t going to work, but it was worth a try.
“Like the government is ever going to pay for first class.” Maggie settled into the seat beside him and folded back the armrest between them. A preschool age child trotted down the aisle and let out a messy sneeze followed by wiping his nose with his hand. “Okay, just yuck.”
Kurt said, “It comes with the under-five set. Are you planning on sleeping on the flight?”
“I doubt it. There’s far too much noise and I end up fe
