Before he could respond, Henry spoke.
“She did ask you to move.”
We turned toward him.
He held his paperback open.
“I heard her ask more than once.”
Josh frowned.
“Stay out of it.”
Henry looked at him.
“I was sitting right here.”
I gave Henry a grateful smile.
Then I turned back to the attendant.
“I wasn’t asking for special treatment. I wanted to sit comfortably in the seat I paid for.”
She nodded.
“You’re welcome to stay in your new seat. If you’d like to report the incident afterward, customer service can help you.”
Josh made an irritated sound, but the attendant held her ground.
“Sir, I’ve asked you twice to return to your seat. Please don’t make me ask again.”
He glanced at the passengers watching us before sitting down.
I picked up my book, though my hands were still shaking.
At least I’d finally said what happened without apologizing.
