how hard you worked for those tickets. I know every extra shift represented another piece of this trip.”
Her clear blue eyes met mine.
“I’m grateful.”
“Then why move?”
She hesitated.
“Because sometimes comfort isn’t the most important thing.”
First class began boarding.
I looked at my ticket for 3B.
“Then I’ll move too.”
“No.”
She said it with surprising firmness.
“I want you to keep your seat.”
“I’m not letting you sit alone.”
“Yes, you are.”
She squeezed my arm.
“Please, Sam.”
My grandmother almost never asked me for
