for.
From where I sat, I could see enough to recognize the unfairness of it all over again.
Emma was squeezed beside a stranger while the woman took full advantage of the space I had specifically reserved so my daughter and I could sit comfortably together.
Then Emma’s voice rose over the steady hum of the engines.
“Ma’am, my mother taught me that embarrassing someone in front of strangers is wrong.”
The sentence was calm.
That was what made people turn.
She hadn’t shouted.
She hadn’t insulted the woman.
She had spoken clearly enough that the nearby rows could hear her, and suddenly several heads turned toward row eleven.
My stomach tightened.
I couldn’t see Emma’s whole face from where I was sitting, so I leaned slightly, trying to understand what she was doing.
Emma continued.
“That’s why I tried to tell you quietly before the plane took off.”
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