She smiled faintly.
“My grandmother would have loved you.”
“I suspect she would have corrected me about the slime.”
That made Brittany laugh.
A few minutes later, she reached into her handbag and took out her phone.
She held it for a moment, then put it away again.
“I think I’ll wait until I get home before I post anything.”
“That’s probably wise.”
“Maybe I’ll even delete the video.”
“That is your decision. Just remember that other people may have recorded parts of what happened, and you cannot control what they choose to share.”
She sighed.
“I really have made a mess of things.”
“Yes,” I said. “But a mess is not always the end of the story.”
The wheels touched the runway with a gentle thud.
Passengers began gathering their belongings, opening overhead compartments, and preparing to leave.
Brittany waited until the aisle was clear before standing.
Then she turned toward me.
