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I rode all the way to Boston with
them. Behind them actually. I was going down to see my youngest
grand-baby before he got too big for me to hold. I so hated
traveling. It's hard on my joints. This trip was all paid for
though, and I guessed I might as well take it, or I'd hear about
it until the cows came home. Listen to me go on, would you? Think
I'd never traveled before! Well, I have to say I never traveled
like this before. This time I was behind them.
I
got on and went right to a seat and spread out my stuff hoping no
one would sit next to me. I'm pretty ample and I like having elbow
room. This was supposed to be a half empty flight, so I crossed my
fingers and tried to look pathetic.
Luck held and we were in the air too
fast for my comfort. I picked up my knitting and half listened to
the conversation the couple in front of me were having. I mostly
heard his deep voice, sounding like he was trying to reassure his
companion. Soothing deep voice he had. I liked hearing his
murmurs. Made me relax. I could feel myself drifting off to sleep,
and I might have done exactly that, if it weren't for my bladder.
Damn old thing.
When
I got back he was quiet for a while. I got a ways done on the
blanket I was making, when I heard him like he was sitting next to
me.
"Sleep and it will be like
floating on clouds of cotton. Relax and I'll sail away with you.
Down the slope of blue, down, down, until we feel the joy of total
release. Sleep with me and we'll fly together."
I must admit I let my temper get the
better of me. Here I was a decent woman who slept with only one
man and he was enough for me. I couldn't believe his gall.
"Ninety-nine bottles of beer on
the wall." I began singing the only song I knew all the words
to. It always kept my kids awake on the school bus trips.
I felt his voice leave me as I kept
singing. A few other people chuckled and some even joined me. We
started to land around thirty bottles. I gathered my stuff as fast
as I could, and hurried off the plane. I took one final look at
the man in front of me. Almost scared me silly. I could see his
eyes. I mean any eyes at all. Of course looking back on it, he
must have had them, but I couldn't see them. He must have had
them, right?
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