“Where do you think he’s from, Marie?”
Busy handling hot meal trays, Marie tried to ignore her friend. Charlene kept looking back down the aisle to the end of the plane. They were hardly more than girls when they’d started with Air Canada on the same day and had been friends since flight school. They listened to the details of each others’ every romance. Both of them had ex-husbands and no kids. They ignored Henri, the male attendant, because he was, they agreed, a lazy sonofabitch. They kept looking at the passenger who sat quietly in the last seat, looking out the window.
The girls were still laughing about the short layover they’d had in Chicago. They’d gone shopping for clothes instead of men. They frequently voiced their concern that at twenty-five they were over the hill. They looked forward to a three-day layover in Ottawa, but before that there was a stop at Toronto. Even though the flight was only half full, the short trip to Toronto had the stews hustling.
The quiet man refused the meal Marie offered, but said he’d like another drink. Charlene parked the drink cart at the end of the aisle and placed four small bottles on the passenger’s fold-down table.
“Oh, no ma’am. I just ordered one is all.”
Charlene glanced down the aisle. All of the passengers were eating or waiting for their trays, paying no attention to her, so she sat next to him. “We, my friend and I...” and she pointed up the passageway to where Marie was serving meals “...are bribing you.”
“Ahh, ma’am, what for?”
“Well, we would like to know where you’re from.”
“Oh, hell, I’m from Canada.”
“Good. That’s the first drink. How old are you?”
He grinned. “I’ll be twenty-one in a couple of weeks.”
“Are you married?”
“Uh, err, I’m not old enough.”
“Very good. Have another drink. If you’re Canadian how come you’re wearing an American Army uniform?”
“Well, I went over and volunteered, and I’m coming home on leave.”
“The manifest says your name is McDonald. Mac for short?”
“Yes’m.”
“Are those all medals you won?”
“Ahh, no ma’am. I know it looks funny, but I ripped my uniform. That’s just the lining showing through.”