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snatched her purse, turned away from the trio and walked to the front where the lavatories, the prep area, and the psychological curtain separating the huddled masses in coach from the privileged few in business and first.
    A flight attendant worked busily preparing trays with fresh fruit and linen napkins. Not for coach. “Can I help you?” the woman asked with a smile.
    “Umm…not really. I’m just standing up for a minute.”
    “You’re between those people with the baby,” the flight attendant said.
    “Yes.”
    “Wine? Beer? Scotch?”
    She laughed. “I’m fine.”
    The flight attendant who threatened her with jail time appeared from beyond the mental barrier to business class. She looked up from the paper in her hands. “Dr. Hirsch?”
    “Yes,” Henna said. “That’s me.”
    The attendant with the fruit tray disappeared to the front.
    “Your bag was found by a man working in the sports bar. It’ll be forwarded to you tomorrow. For now, it’s locked up. You’ll have your dress and your shoes for your sister’s wedding.”
    Henna’s hand covered her mouth. “Oh, my god!” She hugged the flight attendant briefly. “Thank you. That’s so nice of you. I didn’t think I’d ever see it again.” Destiny had come through for her. Maybe she could be convinced that supernatural forces worked in her life.
    “Honestly, it was nothing,” the attendant said. “From what I was told, someone from the sports bar in the terminal had followed you to the gate with it, but the door was already closed. Once the door is closed, we might as well be up in the air.”
    “I can’t believe this,” she said. “I really can’t. Can you ask to have the person who found it leave their number or email address so I can thank them?”
    “Sure,” the woman said. “Not a problem. I can’t guarantee they will, but you never know. You got your bag back. Maybe things are starting to look up.”
    “I’ve had the worst day. It started out bad, got a bit better, and then turned horrible again. You’ve restored my belief that people aren’t really out to get me. I don’t even mind being stuck between that pair with the baby anymore.”
    The attendant laughed. “Them!”
    “I don’t care anymore. I’m going to have my dress.” Hopefully. She'd start getting the names of people and contact numbers of the people in the chain of custody for her bag. Then she could be certain that if it did disappear again, she'd know who had it last and how to find them.
    “You were late boarding, so you missed the circus. We had to kick them out of first class. The woman went to look if there were empty seats, found that it's nearly empty, and decided she'd just give herself an upgrade.”
    Henna laughed. “I've never gotten an upgrade in my life. I'm pretty sure if I paid for one of those seats, I'd be furious if they were moved next to me without having to pay for the privilege.”
    “Come with me.” The flight attendant nodded in the direction of business class. Henna followed her through the archway to the better class of service. “I think you need some TLC.”
    “No.” Her breath stopped in her lungs. “Really?”
    “Really. I’ll go back and let your new friends know we moved you.”
    “Please do.” Henna walked behind the woman past the rows of business class seats and then through another curtain to the world of privileged frequent fliers. It could have been just her imagination, but she thought it might have even smelled better. Another first. Two actually. An upgrade and first class. All new experiences weren't bad.
    The attendant put her hand on a seat back. “Here. Enjoy the rest of your flight.”
    “Oh, I will!” She took the woman’s hand. “Thank you so much.”
    “Honestly, we’ve all had bad days. This is just some good karma for me the next time I have one coming my way.”
    Henna took her seat next to the window and gazed out at the blue ocean beneath her. Maybe an hour of the flight remained,