(Connie's POV)
Business class. Of course it's business class — Sean doesn't seem to know how to book a flight any other way, and I'll admit, grudgingly, that the seats are wider than anything I would have paid for out of my own pocket, which doesn't make me any less annoyed that I didn't get to choose the configuration.
Three seats in a row. I take the window before anyone can suggest otherwise, because I want a wall on one side of me that isn't a person, and I put Jack in the middle on the general principle that an eleven-year-old makes an excellent buffer between two adults who spent this morning threatening each other's continued survival in a crowded terminal.
Sean takes the aisle without comment. That's the first thing I'll grudgingly credit him for today — no argument about seatin
