My Brother Handed Me an Economy Ticket

three first-class tickets and leave me in row forty-two.”

He scoffed.

“You can afford your own seat.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

He spread his hands.

There it was, the old performance. Brandon the misunderstood operator. Brandon the guy too busy making moves to explain himself to people beneath his altitude.

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