Praying in Fear
…stopped at a less crowded gate and sat down opposite a woman sitting in a phone booth. I made no eye contact with her. I sat down, wearing my black bubble jacket, and pulled my furry hood over my head (women and many men cover their heads in prayer). And then, what did you think I did, fall down in prostration in St. Louis airport? Bah, how foolhardy do you think I am? Every time I imagine doing such a thing, I imagine some little old lady’s eyes…
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