She had no idea how long the flight was. Which time zone she was in was a mystery to her. What she did know was that Bob was a widow who was on his way back from visiting his first grandchild, a boy named Cameron, who was born a month before. His daughter and son-in-law lived in London and Bob puffed up like a peacock when he talked about his grandson. He had his camera with him and showed pictures of a tiny little infant with a shock of black hair. Erica was engrossed, ooo-ing and ahh-ing over the itty-bitty fingers and toes.To Erica’s right sat Joan and Sylvia, two sisters in their sixties who’d taken a vacation to Ireland, something they’d been planning for over a decade. They laughed and blushed and regaled Erica and Bob with stories of all the shopping they’d done (having to purchase an extra suitcase in order to fly their purchases home) and the many pubs they’d visited.It eventually occurred to Erica that her behavior on the plane ride to New York was the complete opposite of how it would have been just five days ago.
