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“I’m almost positive they asked us to power down all our—”
“Yes, yes, I know. But this is an emergency,” Maggie said as she dialed Gary’s number into her seatmate’s cellphone. The call went straight to voicemail and a wave of almost unbearable frustration came over her. She hung up and dialed a different number.
“Miss, really. The airlines take these rules painfully seriously as I’m sure you can appreciate. After 9/11—”
Maggie held up a finger asking for silence while she waited for Brownie to answer. Please be home, Brownie. I can’t think of anyone else who can help me now. When the voicemail finally kicked in, she hung up and dialed Gary’s house. This time the phone rang and rang but there was no answer.
She disconnected and sat, holding the phone in front of her, her mind racing to try to think of whom else to call.
“Miss?”
She turned to see a stern-faced flight attendant standing before her. “All electronics must be powered off and trays in their upright position for takeoff, please.”
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