Nonfiction | October 21, 2016
Five Micromemoirs
Beth Ann Fennelly
One Doesn’t Always Wish to Converse on Airplanes
but this tanned, fit couple—white-sweatered, like tennis pros—seemed eager to talk, so we talked. No, their final destination wasn’t Denver. They’d continue to Hawaii after the layover. How awesome, I said, Hawaii. Is it a special occasion, an anniversary? They grinned at each other, like You tell her. No, you.
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