Stella finally made it to her business class seat. Nervous but determined, she was about to embark on her very first flight at the age of 85. But Franklin Delaney, the man seated beside her, scowled.
“I don’t want to sit next to that… woman!” he nearly shouted at the flight attendant. “Sir, this is her seat. We can’t do anything about it,” the stewardess replied gently.
“That can’t be true. These seats are way too expensive, and she couldn’t possibly afford one! Look at her clothes!” Franklin insisted.
Stella lowered her gaze, ashamed. She had worn her best outfit, though it was modest. Other passengers chimed in, agreeing with Franklin, and urged her to move.
Humiliated, Stella whispered: “Miss, it’s ok. If you have another seat in economy, I’ll stay there. I spent all my savings on this seat, but it’s better not to inconvenience others.”
But the stewardess stood firm.
“No, ma’am. You paid for this seat, and you deserve to sit here, no matter what anyone says.”
Franklin finally relented, and Stella remained in her seat. When the plane took off, Stella dropped her purse in fright.
Franklin helped her gather her belongings, and a ruby locket slipped out. He whistled. “Wow, this is something else.”
“What do you mean?” Stella asked.
“I’m an antique jeweler, and this locket is insanely valuable. Those are definitely real rubies. Am I wrong?”
“Honestly, I have no idea.
My father gave it to my mother so many years ago, and she gave it to me when my father didn’t return home,” Stella explained. “What happened?” Franklin asked. “I’m sorry.
My name is Franklin Delaney. I want to apologize for my earlier behavior. Some complicated things are happening in my life, and I shouldn’t have acted that way.
May I ask what happened to your father?”
“My father was a fighter pilot during World War II. When America joined the war, he left home but gave this locket to my mother as a promise he would return. They loved each other dearly.
I was only four years old at the time, but I remember that day clearly. He never returned.”
“That’s terrible.”
“It is. War is senseless.
Nothing comes from it. And my mother never recovered from the loss. She was a shell of herself, and we barely scraped by.
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