This time, I booked economy.
Row 34.
Seats A and B.
I never even checked the price of first class.
At the gate, an employee recognized Grandma’s name.
Captain Holt had left something for her.
An envelope.
Inside was a photograph.
Gene and Danny stood beside an airplane.
Danny held his hand toward the camera.
The silver wings rested in his palm.
On the back, someone had written:
Ruth —
Still keeping the seat warm.
Always.
— Gene & Danny
Grandma kept that picture on her lap for the entire flight.
A
