Patina (Chapter 1)
Jake Loy thumbed nervously through the pages of the SkyMall catalog. A Green Goblin paperweight. A Thanksgiving turkey fly swatter. He was hot, his shirt collar sticking to his neck. Air was blowing out of the vent above him, but there was no freon. It was like a dry handjob. Kansas, then Birmigham. Then Hell, probably.
"Excuse me, sir," a flight attendant said, disrupting his dumb reverie. "I have a young traveler who needs a seat. He's an unaccompanied minor, so by law I need to ask for your permission that he sit next to you. Would that be okay?"
"Is he an orphan or something?"
"Oh, well...I'm not sure," the attendant answered, somewhat taken aback. Then, with more composure, "I really don't think I would be at liberty to say if he were.
"Am I going to have to change his diapers? Is he going to be bawling the entire flight?"
The attendant looked indignant. "Sir, he's six years old. But never mind. I'll try to find him another seat."
"No, sorry, I don't mind," Jake said, quickly tucking the SkyMall catalog into the seat pocket in front of him. "Sorry if I sounded abrasive. It's just that I get nervous when I fly. I would be happy to sit next to the kid. Might provide a better distraction than what SkyMall or the in-flight movies have to offer. What's his name?"
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"Hi, I'm Cody."
"Hi, Cody, my name is Jake. Jake Loy. Would you prefer the aisle or the window? I don't care either way. More leg room with the aisle, but the window offers a spectacular view of our great country. It's your call, champ."
"Um, I'll take the aisle," Cody said. "But is it okay if we switch later?"
"Deal," Jake said.
"Thank you," the attendant whispered to Jake with a wink. "Let me know if either of you big boys need something, okay?"
"Yes," Cody said.
"Will do," Jake followed.
The attendant walked back to her station as the plane began to taxi. The air conditioner started in earnest. Then take off. Flight.
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When the fasten-seat-belts sign turned off at 11,000 feet, Jake Loy turned to his young ad hoc ward and said, "So, Cody, tell me...are you an orphan or something?"
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