alone in seat 34A.
Now, for the first time, that image changed.
Gene looked at her.
“If you had been beside him that day, Danny would probably have been sitting somewhere else.”
Grandma stared at him.
“Your husband gave that boy courage when he needed it most.”
Gene gestured toward the cockpit.
“And that boy is now flying the airplane carrying you.”
—
Before returning to the cockpit, Gene looked at Oliver.
“You traveling alone?”
Oliver nodded.
“First time?”
Another nod.
Gene pulled a modern plastic junior-pilot pin from his pocket.
