The Captain Knew Me Before the Passenger Did

laugh out of him. “Still Chicago.”

Then his face changed.

Not pity. Thank God, not that.

Something more raw than I wanted from a crowded cabin.

“I heard you were hit,” he said. “I didn’t know how bad. Then I couldn’t find you after. Nobody could tell me much.”

“Medical retirement moves fast once they decide you’re done.”

He looked at my left leg, then back continue reading …