Acting nice
Cora could only hope the pilot was on her side. She wasn’t sure how much more she could handle if another person turned against her. When the flight attendant returned, her demeanor was noticeably brighter, though Cora could tell it was a forced facade. “I apologize for the inconvenience, ma’am,” the attendant said, her tone overly polite. “But I’ll need to see your boarding pass.”
Acting Nice
No boarding pass
Cora let out a sigh, disappointed that the conversation wasn’t unfolding as she had hoped. Still, it was better than enduring the irritation of her own restless shoe tapping. “I’ve been trying to tell you—I can’t find my boarding pass anywhere,” she said, her voice edged with frustration. The flight attendant glanced toward the pilot, who responded with a helpless shrug.
No Boarding Pass
