![]() ![]() The flight was five hours long, but because of the time change, she’d land in Maui as early as nine. She’d have to finish reading it on the plane. ![]() Jean remembered the guidebook she had bought the previous week. They were all chatting about the things they were going to do on the islands. Passengers were backed up in a small knot at the door leading to the plane. He handed her back half the boarding pass. I guess the smell of the burned bodies gets to you after a while. I’ve worked here fifteen years and seen too many of them crash on takeoff. You’re a lousy advertisement for your company. Sometimes they roll you out onto the runway and leave you there for hours, he said. He glanced at her, amused by her excitement. How long till we take off? Jean asked the burly flight attendant as he checked her boarding pass. ![]() She had been born and raised in Los Angeles and had never even been out of California. She grabbed her carry-on bag and purse-checking for the tenth time that she had her ticket-and hurried to the gate. As she stood up to board the jet, Jean gulped down the remainder of her Coke and danish. ![]() She was going to Hawaii for spring vacation, and it was totally awesome. Trans Island flight one-oh-one to Maui, the speakers in the airport lounge called out. ![]()
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