She packed her bags for her trip and told herself it was ok, going alone– no big deal.  She had gone on trips by herself, even flying to New York with absolutely nothing on her– not a jacket, not a backpack, not even a toothbrush.  But that was due less to spontaneity and excitement and daring than sheer stupidity and forgetfulness of a mix-up in scheduling.  Boarding a plane still unnerved her every time– she always wondered, what if something happens– and so she assiduously paid attention to the flight attendants and safety video, bookmarked the exit locations of the plane and made a mental note that her seat cushion was indeed, a flotation device.  Why?  Have they ever saved anyone before?  She didn’t have proof but was sure she knew the answer.


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