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While I was enjoying the luxuries that came with first class, the experience was quickly soured when Timothy started getting noticed. The stewardess went on her usual rounds, asking if we’d like refreshments or food. She was in a haste to get my order out of the way before getting to Timothy.
“I knew I recognized you!” she said, her voice high-pitched with excitement.
From across the aisle, I had trouble seeing Timothy’s expression. The stewardess was blocking my view as she leaned over him, closer than necessary.
“You’re that famous hockey star!” she continued. “Could I have your autograph, Timothy?” She tore a sheet out of her notepad and handed it to him along with a pen. “It would mean the world to me.”
As she moved to the side, I caught a glimpse of Timothy’s tense expre
