The woman didn’t look up.
Behind me, the line of passengers stacked up, and every eye was already turning toward row 12.
« Excuse me, » I said again, softer this time. « Those are our seats. My daughter has the window. »
« That isn’t my problem. »
The woman in row 12 didn’t even lift her eyes.
« I heard you the first time. »
I held out our boarding passes so she could see them clearly.
« Ma’am, we paid extra for these two seats together. My daughter is ten. She needs to sit next to me. »
She pulled one earbud out with a sigh, like I was interrupting something important.
« I’m already settled. Mothers with babies always expect everyone else to rearrange their lives. You chose to travel with two children. That isn’t my problem. »
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