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Chapter 26 - THE NEXT FLIGHTTwo years and eleven months after the first-class incident, Maya and I flew again.

Not first class.

Comfort-plus type seats.

Plenty.

My leg had worsened slightly with arthritis around the old injury.

I requested preboarding and wheelchair assistance for the longest airport corridor.

The old me would have refused.

Maya said:

“Why chair?”

“Because walking that far hurts.”

“Okay.”

No shame.

At the gate, an agent said:

“Mr. Vance, we can board you and your daughter now.”

I almost said:

“We can wait.”

Then stopped.

Accommodation offered.

Need real.

Accept.

We boarded.

Nobody saluted.

May you like

Nobody knew my name.

Perfect.

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