But there is something to a person owning it, plainly, to your face, and I have never been one to grind a genuine apology into the floor.

“Thank you for saying that,” I said.

And that was all.

There was no grand scene, no raised voices, no cabin bursting into applause the way it would in a movie.

There were just three women on an airplane, arriving, each in her own way, at an understanding of something that should have been obvious from the beginning.

Chapter 19 — The Prayer Card