Chapter 5
“Here,” Uncle Scooter said. He handed Billie a pack of Black Jack gum, which was her favorite, and his, too. It wasn’t available most of the time in Sandbridge, he’d said, and if she thought about that too much it would make her sad, but he’d been so happy to find it that he’d bought an entire case of it. Most of it was packed in the bag he’d brought with him on the plane, but some of it was in his pocket, too.
Billie closed her hand around the blue pack. “Thank you,” she managed.
“You’ll want it when we take off,” he explained. “The cabin pressure will make your ears feel weird. Gum helps.”
Billie looked out the window again; it wasn’t really a window, window. She couldn’t open it or anything. And it was tiny. The plane hadn’t moved any since rolling onto the runway forever
