Someone else added, almost reluctantly, “We wait until they give us a final clearance on her.” The way it was said made Alyssa’s chest tighten. She seemed to be some bizarre problem to be solved. Were they mixing her up with someone? Were they considering her a threat to the others?
To allay her nervousness, she pulled the safety card from the pocket ahead of her. It slid out stiffly, untouched, still crisp at the edges. She, finally, slid it back. That’s when the first sour-faced attendant came and told her, “Ma’am, you will need to get off. Immediately. ”