Michelle boarded the 330-300 Airbus at JFK International Airport and found her seat midway down the wide-bodied cabin. Stowing her carry-on bags in the overhead compartment, she turned to Cam. “Thank God, I was able to get an aisle seat or I’d be a raving lunatic by the time we arrive in Hong Kong.”
Cam gave her a slanting glance and slid into her seat. “You’ll be fine. And we have a nice big bottle of Xanax to keep you from being locked up in the luggage compartment.”
Michelle laughed, took her seat and peered out the little window as the cabin crew went about shutting overhead compartments. The plane pushed back from the gate and Michelle buckled her seatbelt as the intercom came to life. She listened to the standard rap about emergency information and closed her eyes.
As if I need to
