Flights
Voice from the speakers
We approach almost in the end. Our seats were left to the bottom, and Mason glued his forehead to the window glass as if he were about to see a miracle. When the cabin door closed, the speakers creaked and Tyler’s voice came welcoming. Mason's face lit up whole.
“Mom,” he whispered, “that’s Dad.
I pulled out my cell phone and started recording. Tyler gave the weather report in Chicago, mentioned the estimated flight time and released one of his bad jokes about arriving before someone finished an airport sandwich. Mason laughed eagerly. Then there was a different, longer, heavier pause. When he spoke again, his voice had changed.
“Actually, before I take off, I’d like to say something a little unusual.
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