and into economy.
It felt like entering a different airplane.
The seats were tighter.
The aisle narrower.
People were sleeping awkwardly, reading, watching movies, or balancing drinks on tiny tray tables.
I went all the way to row 34.
Grandma was by the window.
She stared at the endless blue sky.
Her purse was held tightly against her chest.
Beside her sat a red-haired boy around eight or nine.
He wore an airline badge around his neck.
UNACCOMPANIED MINOR.
His name was Oliver.
He held a coloring book, although he
