“Celeste, sweetheart, the cart doesn’t have feelings,” he’d said.
“Well, I might have startled it.”
He spent the rest of our shopping trip apologizing to shelves.
Remembering him made me smile.
Then Josh stretched his leg again.
I checked the time.
We weren’t even halfway there.
For the first two hours, every time I edged away from him, I ended up twisted against the window.
A little later, the flight attendant returned to collect our cups.
She stopped beside our row.
“Ma’am, is everything all right?”
I glanced at Josh.
He’d removed one headphone and was watching me.
I could explain everything. She was standing right there.
Instead, I smiled.
“Yes, thank you. I’m fine.”
She nodded and continued down the aisle.
Josh put his headphone back on.
Then his knee pressed against mine again.
I wanted to kick myself.
Why hadn’t I said something?
