and only returned to Boston for nursing school.I stayed because Grandma was alone.
“You haven’t flown in decades,” I reminded her.
“Twenty-seven years.”
“Mom always comes here.”
“I know.”
“You told everyone you were never getting on another airplane.”
Grandma calmly resumed eating.
“I changed my mind.”
Then she added,
“I want to leave March fourteenth. Flight 212. The morning flight.”
That stopped me.
“That’s extremely specific.”
“Yes,” she said.
It was.
That evening, I searched for the flight.
Flight 212 still existed.
Boston to San Francisco.
Morning departure.
