Flying away with Liz
Flying home with Liz
‘Are you going on a plane?’ she said slowly, and with an animation that suggested she thought my friend might need some extra enthusiasm and widely unnecessary annunciation, to understand her. She didn’t really wait for an answer but looked at me instead and asked, ‘is this your mother?’ I looked at the woman beside me, she had put together a killer out…
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