I asked the question neither of them had answered.
“Why are you on this flight?”
Danny looked at me.
“Every March fourteenth, the captain and I request Flight 212.”
“Why?”
His eyes moved toward Grandma.
“Because your grandfather died on this flight.”
He pointed toward the window.
“In that seat.”
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I sat down in the aisle seat beside Oliver.
My hands were shaking.
“You told me Grandpa died from a heart attack,” I said.
“He did,” Grandma answered.
“Here?”
She nodded.
“Why was he flying to California?”
She looked directly
