*** Lainey On Tuesday, I rushed off to the airport after work, barely making the flight. It was a pain to stow my bag being one of the last people on the plane, but I found an empty spot a few rows behind my seat. I'd only flown a few times in my life and all of those occasions were smaller planes like that one. I was hoping for a big plane with first-class seats, but no. For a moment, I felt a tinge of anger about that. Why would my rich boyfriend fly me out on a cheap plane ticket? Wasn't I worth it? When I found my row after struggling through the throng of weary, angry, late arrivals, I dropped into my aisle seat, unaware of anything around me. I was digging in my purse for my earbuds when I heard a familiar voice. "Hello, dear. I was worried you weren't going to make it." "Mrs..." she cut me off with a frown. Then as she saw my recognition take hold, she smiled. "Janis, hello! I'm sorry, I'm a bit frazzled from running so late. How are...
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