She gave a small laugh.
I didn’t know whether I should tell her the rest.
“What does it look like?”
“And, sweetheart, I believe you picked up something of mine.”
“What?”
“A hundred dollars.”
“That was YOUR money? I thought it was mine!”
“Of course you were, dear.”
I pretended to believe her. It was the kindest thing I could do for both of us.
“A hundred dollars.”
She dug out the bill and handed it over.
“Apology accepted.”
I went back to my seat. Harold had kept it warm, or at least unoccupied.
“Would you like to get coffee when we land?” he asked.
“Are you always this forward with women on airplanes?”
“Only the dangerous ones.”
“Only the dangerous ones.”
The captain announced our descent.
Emily would get a check instead. We’d buy a replacement together that weekend.
