The flight attendant started toward them, and the back of Jenny's neck began to prickle. Her little fingers tingled. Be casual, she told herself. Be calm. But her heart began to pound as the flight attendant reached their row. She was dressed in navy blue with cream accents and looked rather military. Her face was pleasant but authoritative, like an alert teacher. Don't look at her. Look out the window. Jenny wedged her fingernails into the bottom of the plastic trim around the oval window and stared at the darkness outside. She could feel Michael beside her, his teddy-bear-shaped body rigid with tension. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Audrey in the aisle seat, her burnished copper head bent over the in-flight magazine. The flight attendant was blocking the view of Dee across the aisle. Please let her go away, Jenny thought. Please, anything, why is she standing there so long? Any minute now Michael was going to break into hysterical giggles-or, worse, a hysterical confession. Without moving a muscle, Jenny silently willed him to stay quiet. The flight attendant had to go away. She couldn't just keep standing there. She did. It became clear that she wasn't just stopping casually, a little rest on the route from the galley. She was looking at them, looking at each of