I kept looking back down the cabin. Four times, maybe five, in four and a half hours. I could see the top of his head and I could not see her at all because she was on the far side.
And every time I looked, what I was checking was whether anybody was looking at me.
Nobody was. People eat and watch things and sleep.
The only person on that aircraft who was still thinking about row nineteen was in 4C with two seats and a free drink.
What I thought about for four and a half hours in 4C.
Myself.
I would like to say I sat up there worrying about her. I did not.
I sat in 4C with a gin and tonic and I went over it. The crisps. You women love making everything a problem. The fifty seconds. His face.
And I rehearsed it. I had it down to about two minutes by the time we landed, and I had worked out which bits got the laugh and which bit to slow down on, and I was looking forward to telling Stuart.
