She looked around.
Several people from security were watching.
For a moment, I thought she might argue.
She didn’t.
She picked up her bag and stepped back.
Dad leaned toward me.
“That’s enough.”
I nodded.
It was.
The gate agent picked up the microphone and announced that a retired captain who had served the airline for decades was traveling with us that morning.
Then she thanked him.
Dad looked at Grant.
“You planned this.”
Grant raised both hands. “Not all of it.”
“You were always a terrible liar.”
Grant smiled.
“You taught me to fly.”
I turned toward him.
“What?”
Grant touched the wings on his uniform.
“He signed off on my first training flight. That’s what I meant earlier. I wouldn’t be wearing these if it weren’t for him.”
Dad stared at him.
Then recognition broke through. “You’re THAT Grant?”
Grant laughed.
“I’ve been called worse.”
Dad gripped his shoulder.
For a moment, neither man spoke.
Soon, pre-boarding was announced for passengers needing extra time.
Dad hesitated.
“Assistance is not the same thing as being treated as more important than everybody else,” I reminded him.
He gave me a suspicious look.
“I don’t appreciate having my own words used against me.”
