I looked at my grandmother.
Rose was looking straight ahead.
The profile of a small eighty-six-year-old woman in a blue blouse with white flowers at the collar who has never done anything to hurt another person in her life.
The flight attendant said, to the woman: I’m so sorry. Let me get you some paper towels.
She went.
The woman was a shade of red that I had not seen on a human face before.
She said: she did that on purpose.
Rose said: I had juice.
The woman said: you absolutely did that on purpose.
Rose turned and looked at her.
She said: I’ve been flying for the very first time and I’ve been trying to enjoy the experience despite not having the space I paid for. I had a small cup of juice because my blood sugar was getting low. The rest is between you and your conscience.
