Then she crouched beside me.
“Ma’am, did you put the slime in her extensions?”
I looked at her.
“Yes. I did.”
Kelly nodded slowly.
“I’ll need to document what happened. Depending on the circumstances, the airline may need to speak with both of you after landing.”
“I understand.”
Brittany immediately raised her voice again.
“I want the police waiting when we get there!”
Kelly turned to her.
“I’ll make a note of your request.”
Then she looked at me.
“Would you be willing to cooperate with the crew’s report?”
“Of course.”
Kelly left to speak with the other crew members.
I leaned back and stared at the ceiling.
I had wanted to teach Brittany a lesson.
Instead, I had created a problem that could have serious consequences for both of us.
Harold quietly handed me a napkin.
“Well,” he said, “I suppose the afternoon has become more interesting than either of us expected.”
