Maybe. Effective? Absolutely.
By the time we taxiied in, her bag was visibly damp, and she shoved past us at deplaning, muttering. Teddy squeezed my hand and laughed as we walked through the terminal. “You really showed her,” he said, eyes twinkling.
“I’m showering first,” he added. “Then crashing.” “Same,” I said, and for once I let myself enjoy the small, satisfying victory of defending the little slice of decency that belonged to us.
