FORGIVING

A Novel By Dearing Cox

Prologue

            I wish I could tell every passenger who complains about the seats in coach that they should try these jump seats we flight attendants have to sit on (not in, trust me).  Of course we don't have to sit on them long.  As soon as we reach ten thousand feet we'll be climbing up the aisle (the plane is still climbing at quite an angle you know) to help everyone who's pressed their little "ping" button.  For now though I'm at peace in my jump seat next to Jazzman Holder and Maurice Jones my two fellow attendants here in the rear of the A320. 

            Don't get the idea I don't love my job.  I do.  While I blindly followed my best friend in the world, Lacy Marks into this crazy profession.  I do love it and can't think of anything I'd rather do.  Our flight today is the second and final leg that began at zero dark thirty this morning in Charlotte, North Carolina.  Actually I got up at 4:00am and reported to work at five thirty.  The flight left Charlotte at six thirtyish almost on time.  After landing in Fort Worth, Texas we vacated the plane (after cleaning our areas) and a cleaning crew did a hurried once over of the whole cabin.  Our time off was short and soon we were back prepping things for a mid-day take off back to Charlotte.  On the flight out we served breakfast to those who wished to purchase it.   This flight will have a lunch for those typical airline prices the passengers complain about.  Peanuts, cookies and pop for the rest.  Yum.  Then of course there are those who have to have an alcoholic beverage whenever they're on a plane regardless of the time of day.  Like the rather large woman in 21C.  She's been wanting one since before we taxied. 

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