Her stomach was still doing aerobics and now she had to pee. “You know the best thing about sitting in the exact middle in business class?” Jordan asked to her right. He was sandwiched between her and Walt’s oldest, Chase – who was engrossed in Angry Birds on Jordan’s cell – and was employing his usual brand of complaining: bitching disguised as quips and one-liners. He reached forward and tapped the screen of the tiny TV that was sunk into the headrest in front of him. “Kardashians without the sound. Thank God Delta has E! for my viewing pleasure,” he deadpanned. He turned to Jo with the most serious look on his face. “And of course I mean Delta Airlines. Delta Brooks can go fuck herself.” “Shh!” she admonished with a wave. “Virginal ears.” She pointed to Chase who she, in truth, doubted had heard them. “Little dude’s gotta grow up sometime, right bud?”
