“I’m sorry I kept throwing my hair at you. And for what I said about your age.”
“That was rather rude.”
“I know.”
I tied off the braid.
“And I’m sorry I put slime in your hair.”
“It’s a salad. Wash it twice and you’ll be fine.”
“Yeah. That was pretty mean.”
“It was.”
Brittany looked at her braid.
“Thank you for fixing it, though.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
Kelly returned a few minutes later.
“I’ll need to document what happened.”
“Ma’am, about the police. Do you still want us to request that they meet the aircraft?”
Brittany hesitated.
“No. I changed my mind.”
Kelly nodded.
After she left, I turned to Brittany.
“Why did you change your mind?”
“I changed my mind.”
“Because I know what the video looks like,” she mumbled.
“What does it look like?”
“Like I had it coming.”
“I’d have put it more kindly. But I wouldn’t have put it differently.”
