Chapter 15

“Someone should be right with you,” I lied.

“Bullshit, ‘someone.’ You’re with us. You help us.”

A chorus of ‘yeah’ and ‘help us’ and, alas, ‘faggot’ rose up from the throng. My suitcase had already slid through the X-ray machine and I was feet from the 'belligerent jerk-free zone' of the concourse.

“Look,” I said, neither unreasonably nor untruthfully, “I can’t help you. I don’t know what’s going on, either. If I knew anything, I’d tell it to you, but I don’t. All I really do know is that you’re probablynot going to Curacao today. At least not on us.”

“Bullshit!” he yelled again. “Then where are you going? Why are you even here? You’re one of them male stewardesses, aren’t you? Why are you here if there’s no flights?”

“Look, I’m sorry—”

“The hell you are! Don’t you walk away from me! Get someone out here to help us right now! I demand to speak to the president of the airline!”