“Ma’am, this is Business Class,” the flight attendant’s voice grew harder. “You are delaying the flight. Either you show me a ticket, or I will be forced to call security to have you removed.”
Passengers began to whisper. The situation was heating up.
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Arlene finally turned to the flight attendant. There was no fear in her faded eyes.
“I don’t need a ticket to know where I belong,” she said, patting her old bag. “I paid for this seat a long time ago. And the payment wasn’t money.”
Jennifer rolled her eyes. This was too much. She spun around and marched toward the cockpit. If the old woman wouldn’t leave quietly, the Captain would deal with her.
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