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really was a point at which all of the good men would be taken. Worst part of all, the good men who were left had started dating younger and younger women. The men she worked with who were still single and in her age range, all had girlfriends in their twenties. The hard truth might actually be that her ship had sailed. She hadn’t been on a real date in a year, and the last man she’d slept with had been a twenty-two year old bartender who thought her name was Sheila.
    Thinking of Eduardo, with his pretty mouth and deep brown eyes, made her feel desired by a man worthy of her attention once again. It also kept her from thinking about her sister getting married. How did Eden find a husband with the snap of her fingers while she remained single after years of concerted effort and first dates that never went anywhere?
    She switched her thoughts back to Eduardo. Destiny did not exist. But if it could, just for once, she wanted it to bring Eduardo back to her. Eduardo and her carry-on. She needed her fabulous dress. Wearing her fabulous dress would automatically make her feel good no matter how much she wanted to feel sorry for herself on her sister’s wedding day.
    Len and Cathy passed Junior over her once again. Either they possessed no sense of boundaries or they wanted to annoy her. Passing the baby back and forth seemed like some kind of bizarre fertility rite and she’d had enough. For two hours, she’d sat between them. When she’d refused her snack, Len had taken it. When she’d gotten up to use the lavatory the first time, he’d acted as if she expected him to give up a kidney.
    As the baby was passed, leaving a trail of biscuit crumbs in her lap, she needed to get up. With a flick of her fingers, the seat-belt came undone. Len, in the aisle seat, barred her way to freedom. Standing and looking down at him wasn’t enough of a hint. Smiling and gesturing to the aisle didn’t do it either. Instead of moving, he filled in a word on his crossword puzzle and ignored her. If she had to straddle him and climb over him, she would.
    “Can you please let me out?” she asked as nicely as possible.
    His eyes flicked up at her then back at his crossword puzzle. A large and suffering sigh escaped him as his eyes rolled up to look at her. “You are just on my last nerve. You’ve elbowed me since you sat down and now you want to get up every two minutes.”
    “This is only the second time I’ve gotten up.”
    “You’re one of those little bladder people that drinks a lot of water. I can tell by looking at you.”
    “Please let me out.”
    “You’re not going to keep getting up and down are you?” He lifted the bulk of his stomach and unlatched his belt. She had brief and disturbing vision of his wife having to push his belly out of the way in order to have sex with him. Quickly as she could, she envisioned what Eduardo might look like under his clothes and smiled. Much better.
    “Yes. I have a tiny bladder and I like to hydrate. Would you like to trade seats?” Hope rose inside her as she slipped past Len.
    “We paid for an aisle and a window seat,” Cathy reminded her. “I told the gate agent very firmly, that we needed the center seat to be kept free. Ask the stewardess to move you, if you’re so unhappy.”
    Henna looked up and down the plane. “There are no free seats.”
    “Then make yourself useful.” Cathy pulled a baby bottle out from the bag she stowed under Henna’s feet. “Have someone heat this up.”
    Henna stared at the offered bottle. “Give me the aisle seat and I’ll do it.”
    “Clearly you do not have children.” Cathy shook the bottle at her. “Otherwise you’d be a little more understanding and helpful. People are just not nice to people with children. We’re treated like third class citizens, especially when we travel.”
    “Aisle or you can do it yourself.”
    “Never mind.” Cathy reached up and pressed the call button.
    Henna popped open the overhead compartment,