I tried crossing my ankles.

His shoe blocked me.

I attempted to rest one leg at an angle.

That made my hip hurt worse.

Finally, I folded my sweater and tucked it beside me for support.

For a few minutes, that helped.

Then Josh shifted again.

I closed my eyes.

“Lord, give me patience,” I whispered.

Henry glanced over the top of his paperback.

“Everything all right over there?”

I forced a smile.

“Just trying to get comfortable.”

His eyes moved toward Josh’s legs.

I could tell he’d noticed.

Part of me was relieved.

Another part felt embarrassed.

I didn’t want to become the center of attention.

I didn’t want an argument.

All I wanted was to sit in the seat I’d purchased and arrive in one piece.

***

During beverage service, I ordered ginger ale.

When I tried lowering my tray table, Josh’s elbow was in the way.