Camille Renshaw
Assurance
A large woman walked down
the center of the plane, slowly, and brushed against each person in
an aisle seat. After matching her ticket to my row, she sat beside me
for the long flight to Prague. She asked, because of my nervousness,
"What's wrong?" Afraid she might think me prejudiced against
her immense size, I told her I had a mild fear of flying. She said she
once booked a flight from London to New York with an American airline
and then exchanged it at the airport, on a whim, for a French airline
- thinking the food would be better. Hours later, when she landed at
JFK, the news aired a story on the plane she almost took. It had crashed
before leaving the island, and all passengers were dead. "Do you
believe in Providence?" she asked. I hesitated, either afraid of
being evangelized or afraid of the rain outside our window. "I
was saved by this huge appetite of mine - that alone." Her arms
spread, mimicking airplane wings. "Now you can't keep me from flying,
and you can't keep me from eating. You ever had that kind of assurance?"
Camille Renshaw is the
Editor of Pif Magazine.
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