Just caught one. Looked like a few of the boys I’ve recently met in one. I looked surprised. It made him double take. Caught him looking at me as I tried to look at him. Buzzed head. Bull shoulders. Looked away. But noted. This is a long flight.
Michael can’t find his passport. Gets anxious. I go out to help him. I’d made sure to watch where he’d put it. Check your backpack, I say. He opens a zipper. Could it be here?, he said, and found it. His relief is almost comical. He threw his hands in the air. “My passport was hiding from me!”
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