Cameras in the Cabin

Sometimes it’s important not to get your eight. Kate arrives after a night of caviar and champagne, while Jacqueline considers the terror of washing the brain. Eye crust, ants at the headboard, and the risks of googling before consulting The Tribunal. Lamb-free oats and the inbox pummeling continues. The fly swatter slices through the air, and nary a wind is felt. Kate reports from first class, where basic human dignity is a nod. Jacqueline examines the feminine and the injury. Trying not to reaggravate a shoulder thing that doesn’t exist. Smiling below the mask. Give me a carrot.