“Don’t let her ruin our first trip together.”
That stopped me.
Grandma gently pushed my hand away.
“Go sit down. I’ll be fine.”
Reluctantly, I returned to row 30.
As the plane taxied toward the runway, I kept looking forward, trying to see Grandma through the rows of seats.
Once we reached cruising altitude and the seatbelt sign switched off, I wanted to check on her.
But I was squeezed so tightly between the passengers beside me that getting into the aisle was almost impossible.
Instead, I stretched my neck and looked toward row 24.
Grandma was still cramped into the middle seat.
Tiffany was staring at her phone.
The aisle passenger had shifted as far away from Tiffany as possible.
Then I saw Grandma turn toward her.
“Excuse me, dear,” Grandma said.
Tiffany ignored her.
“I need to tell you something.”
“Stop bothering me.”
Grandma remained calm.
“No, really. You should look.”
Tiffany finally turned.
“How dare you keep nagging me? Leave me alone!”
Her voice carried through the cabin.
People began turning around.
Several passengers leaned into the aisle to see what was happening.
Grandma tried again.
“It’s for your own good, dear.”
“I don’t want your advice!”
The middle-aged man beside Grandma finally spoke.
“Tiffany, maybe you should listen to her.”
Tiffany snapped her head toward him.
“I didn’t ask for your opinion either!”
Now nearly everyone nearby was watching.
A man across the aisle lowered his magazine.
Another woman leaned over the seat in front of her.
Even from several rows away, I could feel the attention gathering around them.
Grandma remained completely composed.
“As you wish,” she said.
Tiffany waved dismissively.
“I want you to stop talking.”
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