It was a smallish town near Dallas. Had a whole lot of cows and not much else. Fortunately, my girl distracted me by being a nervous flyer. It was something I hadn’t even considered, but when we sat in our seats and the plane started taxiing, she gripped my hand so hard that her nails dug in. “What’s happening?” I had somehow forgotten she’d never been on a plane before. “We’re just moving to the runway,” I said, putting my arm around her and pulling her toward me. As luck would have it, it was just the two of us in our row. Her eyes were wide and panicky and her breathing kept stuttering. “It’s okay, Missy,” I said, turning her head so it was tucked into my chest. I wished this were a bench seat so I could pull her across my lap and let her rest on me fully. “Why am I freaking out?” she said, her voice muffled by my shirt. “I freaked out on my first flight too.
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