“Oh, sir, that’s fine, you don’t have to,” Lena said. “Please, I insist,” he persisted. Lena didn’t know what was going on, but she knew she needed to get out of there immediately. “Thank you, sir, I really appreciate it,” she said, hoping to cut off the conversation quickly and walk away to the back, “Have a nice day!” she added as she hurried away.
Once back at the back section of the plane, Lena let out a deep breath. She looked down at her hands and noticed that they were shaking. She felt like she had seen a ghost. A ghost with the face of her late husband on it.