Grandma gave up the first-class seat I’d bought her and chose 34A instead. I thought she was being stubborn until a pilot stopped beside her and stared at the old pin on her purse.
“Mrs. Walsh, why did you choose seat 34A?”
I was standing in the aisle beside my grandmother when the pilot asked her that.
Grandma’s fingers closed around the old leather purse in her lap.
Twenty minutes earlier, I’d assumed she’d taken whatever economy seat happened to be available.
Now she looked at the pilot and whispered, “Because that’s where he told me to sit.”
I froze.
“Who told you?”
Grandma didn’t answer.
Instead, she opened her purse and removed an old boarding pass folded into quarters.
The pilot took it from her.
His expression changed. Then he turned toward the front of the plane.
“Captain,” he called, “you need to come back here.”
None of this made sense.
Especially because the person Grandma seemed to be talking about had been dead for 27 years.
It had started that morning with what I thought was a simple birthday gift.
Grandma turned 80 two weeks earlier.
Her name is Margaret, although almost everyone calls her Maggie. She’d spent most of my childhood insisting she didn’t need anything, which made buying presents for her nearly impossible.
When I asked what she wanted for her 80th, she surprised me.
“I’d like to see California again.”
Grandma hadn’t flown in almost 30 years.
So I bought two tickets from Chicago to San Francisco.
Mine was economy. Hers was first class.
When I showed her, she stared at the ticket for several seconds.
“Sarah, how much did you spend?”
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