Inside was a black pen.
I looked over my shoulder.
Captain Compost was sleeping with his mouth open.
One headphone had slipped down around his neck.
His socks were still hanging behind me.
Captain Compost was sleeping with his mouth open.
The teenage girl noticed the pen.
Her eyebrows rose.
I smiled.
She leaned slightly into the aisle to see what I was doing.
I flattened the first napkin on my tray.
Her eyebrows rose.
Then I wrote something.
I folded it carefully.
On the second napkin, I wrote another message.
The teenager pressed a hand over her mouth.
Her mother looked up.
"What?"
I wrote something.
The girl pointed discreetly.
Her mother leaned over just far enough to read what I'd written.
She turned toward the window.
Her shoulders began shaking.
"Oh," she whispered. "That is perfect."
The girl pointed discreetly.
