But I just smiled and opened my magazine again.
I had no plans to scare anybody.
Not yet, anyway.
Part 2
About twenty minutes after takeoff, I pulled a snack bar out of my purse. With my diabetes, I have to keep my blood sugar steady, and my doctor has been very clear that skipping snacks isn’t an option.
She noticed immediately.
“You’re actually going to eat that?”
“I need it,” I said.
“Of course you do. Has it ever occurred to you to eat a little less? You’re already taking up part of my seat.”
I stared at her. “I’m in my own seat. I’m not in yours.”
She laughed. “Have you seen yourself? Your leg is practically in my lap.”
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