“I paid seven thousand dollars to get on that flight right there.” I pointed at the plane that was down for maintenance.
It’d been down for maintenance for six hours now, and all six of those hours, Webber had been in surgery.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but there’s literally nothing I can do,” she said.
“Except, there was something you could do. You got them on a plane.” I pointed at the senators who’d been in Hawaii for vacation.
They were no one special just because they held positions in office.
Eedie and I had been on standby for this flight.
Eedie and I had done the work. We’d waited. And we’d waited. And we’d waited.
All the while Webber had been in a hospital fighting for his life.
And now they were telling me that there was ‘nothing they could do?’
“Ma’am…” She looked annoyed.
“Hey, what’s going on here?”
It was the politician who’d taken our spot.
“What’s going on is we were next to be put on this flight on standby,” I said. “Only, you walked up with your important little name badge there and suddenly y’all are on the plane. Not only are you on the plane, but the people who were in first class where you are about to sit are now in coach. People who paid a lot of money for those seats. Yet, all you had to do was come in here, waving your stupid credentials, and you’re all of a sudden important. Let me tell you something, just because your name is on an office door in Congress doesn’t mean that you don’t take shits like the rest of us.”
The man’s smarmy smile slipped. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“I’ll bet you are,” I grumbled. “Yet, even now that you know that you took someone’s spot, you don’t care enough to give up your seat, do you?”
He smiled wider, and I wanted to pop him in the mouth.
“When you get a chance, tell the airlines that Congressman McCready took one of your spots, and they’ll compensate you,” he tried.
I gritted my teeth. “Is that all you have to say? My fiancé is in the fucking hospital right now dying, and you’re here trying to get to home to Dallas so you can play golf with the fucking Cowboys, cutting your three-week vacation to Hawaii short. Fuck the Cowboys. Fuck your golf game. And fuck your stupid ‘tell them Congressman McCready sent you.’”
His smile went a little tight, and I heard whispering behind me.
“And, even more important.” I pointed my finger in his face. “One of my best friends is up against you in the race for Congress. I am going to do everything in my power to make sure that you never see that sparkly office again. And I fucking hate that you’ll get paid for the rest of your life for doing such a shit job.”
There were even louder murmurings behind me.
A throat cleared, and I looked to my right to see another senator standing there. “Ma’am, what’s your name?”
I looked to my right to see a woman standing there with a tight smile on her face.
She was dressed as a flight attendant, and I wondered if she had heard everything I said.
“Silver Donahue,” I answered. “This is my stepdaughter, Eedie Webb.”
She waved, though it was pretty pitiful because she was still crying her eyes out.
We’d left the ladies behind, and with it, the updates.
None of the club members would update us.
All they kept saying was “he’s alive.”
That didn’t mean shit to us.