“Grandma, why are you so pale?” Six-year-old Emily asked as the jet roared upward toward the clouds. My palms were wet, my throat dry and my knuckles white as I clutched the arms of the seat. Emily relaxed and looked …
“Grandma, why are you so pale?” Six-year-old Emily asked as the jet roared upward toward the clouds. My palms were wet, my throat dry and my knuckles white as I clutched the arms of the seat. Emily relaxed and looked …
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