I returned to my movie.
For the first time in nearly an hour, I was actually interested in what happened next.
Twenty minutes passed.
Captain Compost snored through most of them.
Then he woke with a snort loud enough to make his seatmate flinch.
He stretched.
Yawned.
And reached over the top of my seat.
I watched the teenage girl out of the corner of my eye.
She was watching him.
He pulled down the first sock.
Then the second.
I heard him shifting behind me.
A moment later, his bare foot appeared briefly beside the aisle.
He was putting the socks on.
The teenager pressed both hands over her mouth.
I looked straight ahead.
There was a rustle of fabric.
A pause.
Then another.
“WHAT ON EARTH?”
I didn’t move.
Behind me, something scraped against the floor.
Captain Compost shot upright.
“What is this?”
The teenage girl made a strange squeaking noise.
