"It'll be fine. And if it isn't - say, if the engines die - will you save me? Wil you fly me out the nearest exit?"
His face falls. "Do the engines do that? Just die?"
I bump my shoulder against his. "Promise you'll save me first even if there are women and children."
"If the engines die," he says, "you and Penny better fix them. Have you been practising the spells?"
"I don't know any plane-engine-preserving spells, do you, Bunce?"
Bunce has walked up with our boarding passes. "Plane-engine-preserving?" she repeats.
You know, in case of critical engine failure."
"Simon can save me," she says.
"He's already saving me."
"I'm saving the women and children!" Snow says.
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Simon's still touching his thigh, smoothing down the back of his jeans. I try to reassure him. "No one can see it," I say.
"I'm just nervous. I've never flown before."
I laugh. (I mean, he does have wings.)
"In a plane," he says.
"I don't really fit in here," she said to me one night. We were sitting on the sand, with our toes in the surf. At the edge of the party again. Ginger was wearing a peach tank top and holding a red plastic cup. "But I don't fit in any better anywhere else."
But it was a mistake thinking of that as an end. There is no end. Bad things happen, and then they stop, but they keep on wreaking havoc inside of people.