The temperature got warmer all of a sudden.

Up until that moment during the three-and-a-half-hour flight, the plane had felt drafty and frigid. I imagined we had crossed some point in the world between the arctic North and tropical South, though I could only make an estimation based on elapsed time.

I certainly hadn’t ponied up for WiFi.

I might have asked my husband where the dashes and dots appeared on the map as if such movie icons could materialize in real time. But he had drawn the long straw assigned seating and managed a bulkhead seat that might as well have been a lounge chair for all the space it gave him.

He tried to make my side of the sardine can more comfortable by offering to share one of his wireless earbuds so I could at least listen to a movie he had........

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