Scribbled on the folded Post-it were directions to Janet’s house, about thirty-five miles outside of El Paso. She was still a little dazed from the long trip, and she hoped the route wasn’t tricky. The flight had taken longer than she had expected. She had tried to sleep but couldn’t grab more than a few minutes’ rest at a time. She used a scratchy airplane blanket to hide her pregnant belly because she didn’t want to deal with the inquiries of strangers. Due dates, the sex of the baby, names, the inevitable saccharine smiles—she wanted to avoid it all. This trip, she thought, is all about forgetting, not reminders. One of the stewardesses, when Lucinda boarded, let her eyes drift downward, but she just nodded politely, didn’t ask anything. I’ll get her to say something, Lucinda mused, I’ll order a Maker’s Mark when she comes by with the drink cart, flag her down for a second when I’m finished. There was a movie during the flight, and periodically the cabin filled with laughter from passengers wearing headphones and following along.
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