“These aren’t quite as impressive as the old silver ones.”
He attached it to Oliver’s shirt.
“But they still work.”
Oliver smiled nervously.
“Be brave,” Gene said.
Then he returned to the cockpit.
I didn’t go back to first class.
I stayed in row 34.
Oliver in the middle.
Grandma by the window.
Soon, the captain’s voice came over the speaker.
He told everyone we were approaching the Rocky Mountains.
Then he told them briefly about Frank Walsh.
An aircraft mechanic who had spent thirty-four years helping keep planes in
