Then she turned toward me.
“I’m sorry, Martha.”
I waited.
“I’m sorry I kept putting my hair in your space. I’m sorry I ruined your lunch and your wine. I’m sorry I made fun of your age.”
She swallowed.
“And I’m sorry I acted like I was more important than everyone else on this plane.”
I nodded.
“Thank you for saying that.”
Then I took a breath.
“And I’m sorry I put slime in your hair. I was angry, and I wanted you to understand how frustrating your behavior had been. But I should have found a better way to deal with it.”
Brittany looked surprised.
“You’re apologizing to me?”
“Of course. Being right about one thing doesn’t make me right about everything.”
She stared at me for a moment before laughing softly.
“You’re a lot tougher than you look.”
I smiled.
