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leaving.”
    “Well,” said Bunny. “Can't you see it's all wrong for you?”
    “Then, let me make my own mistakes.” Sam ended the call,
pushing her mother's negativity away. She then called her best friend, Deb
Cicone, to tell her about the change in her life. At least Deb appeared to be
excited for her.
     
    ****
     
    Sam boarded the plane thinking the worst part of this had
been putting Cracker in the kennel. He didn't understand and carried on
horribly. Her heart twisted in agony over it. She grimaced at her seat number,
twenty-seven C, all the way in back of the plane. Sam had never flown first
class and looked on enviously as the people sat in the wide seats, drinks in
hand either reading or chatting. Maybe one day , she thought to herself.
She had no carry-on luggage, so she trudged on back to her seat. At least she
had an aisle seat where she could stretch her long legs. A young lady sat in
the window seat and she smiled at Sam. Sam smiled back, buckled her seat belt
and pulled out a novel she had been meaning to read.
    “Oh, I just love that author,” said the woman. “By the way,
my name is Robin.”
    “I'm Samantha. I agree, this author is great I can't wait to
start reading this one.” Hint, hint . Sam didn't really want to
talk. She hoped to get this read by the end of the flight.
    “Are you visiting or are you on business?” asked Robin.
    “Business,” said Sam, trying to keep the conversation short.
    “What do you do?” Robin chugged down some coffee which
explained her highly charged state of mind.
    “Uh,” Sam hesitated not knowing what to tell her, so she
lied, “I'm in administration for a Public Relations firm.”
    “Oh, how exciting. I'm a teacher and I just took a vacation
to Chicago. Lovely city. The food there is to die for. I'm originally from
Seattle.”
    “Excuse me, ladies, but I think I belong here,” said a low
masculine voice. Sam looked up only to be introduced to a man in his early-twenties,
obviously a body builder. Sam had a problem looking into his eyes because hers
were stuck admiring his abs which were enhanced by his skin tight shirt.
    “I'm sorry,” said Sam and she unbuckled her seat belt and
stood up to let him in. Even though Sam stood five foot seven, the man towered
over her and when he sat down, their shoulders were touching.
    “Well, hello there,” said Robin seductively. “I'm Robin, and
you are?”
    “John.” He turned to Sam expectantly.
    “Sam.” She pulled out her book, and began to read, hoping
the two of them would get the hint. They did. Robin and John became engrossed
in their conversation which made concentration difficult and Sam ended up
reading the same paragraph over and over. Sam learned John had planned on
meeting up with a friend in Los Angles while they attended a baseball game. The
next topic began about motorcycles, which lead into Robin's story about her ex-husband's
collection of bikes. Then their ages were revealed, Robin had just turned forty
and John, twenty-four. Sam tried hard to concentrate, but when she saw Robin
squeeze John's thigh, she almost lost it. Trying to regain her composure, Sam
cleared her throat and started the chapter again. A slight movement from John
caught Sam's attention. Sam glanced in John's direction only to find both Robin
and John in a passionate embrace. Sam totally freaked out, breathing deeply in
order to still her heart. Gross! Sam caught the flight attendant's attention
and asked for a glass of wine. Sam looked around for an empty seat, but the
plane appeared to be full, Sam hung on the edge of the seat towards the aisle
as not to have any contact with them. She glanced over at the two of them again
and they had their heads together sleeping and holding hands.
    When the flight landed, Sam couldn't move fast enough to get
out of there. Since Robin had a three hour layover in Los Angeles, she and John
decided to rent a room before her flight. Sam shook her head in disgust. Then,
she thought of