Because people were watching. Because I hated arguments. Because I’d convinced myself that eventually he’d realize how selfish he was being.
I looked down at my book.
I’d read the same page four times.
Then I took out my phone and opened Rose’s photograph.
Marianne had sent another picture of her wearing a knitted hat much too big for her head.
I smiled.
I wanted to arrive happy, not limping through the airport because I’d spent hours twisted against a window.
I looked at Josh’s leg.
“Josh, I’m asking you once more. Could you please stay on your side?”
He pulled off his headphones.
“Lady, we’ve been through this.”
“And nothing’s changed.”
“I’m tall. What do you want me to do about that?”
“Move your knee.”
He laughed and turned away.
I pressed my call button.
Then, when he glanced toward it, I almost canceled the request.
