When those fat cats were in there and the shower curtain divided the first class passengers from the average joe, Kelly’s domain was ready. Hair in bun and back a rod, she turned those comfy seaters into a clique of the classiest humans. Fingers waved desires and Kelly gravely answered them. Eyeglasses sat low on noses like connoisseurs. Conversation was limited to throaty matters.
But boy, when they were out of the tube, Kelly whooped it up with the main cabin attendants. She joked, she did impressions, she did it all with a grin and her rigid back long gone.
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