Most of the plane seems to be asleep. Some seats still with their little rectangles of screen blaring blue light. Caleb is out, now. We’re snuggled against each other’s shoulders. It took us awhile: two movies and a bunch of video games and even the crossword puzzle in the airplane magazine before we finally dozed off. I twist to see Val, a few rows back, curled into a child-sized ball, covered by a blanket except for the very top of her head. Outside, there is nothing but black and stars, and, if I press my face against the glass, a red rim of moon setting behind us. I feel weirdly numb, headachey and dried out from the airplane air, from a day spent barely eating and wringing my insides out. I click my screen back to life. Blue light on my face. A tiny plane birthing a white line across a midnight blue map. We are over Calgary. Catherine Summer Carlson is in Canadian airspace, in the mountain standard time zone, in the upper troposphere. Back on the surface of the earth, in American airspace, in the Pacific time zone, it is after two in the morning, and my parents .
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