crying.
Someone asked whether the plane was going to crash.
A flight attendant hurried down the aisle, checking seat belts and reassuring passengers.
Pauline watched her approach.
“Excuse me,” she said. “I need to pass a message to the flight crew.”
The attendant, a young woman named Chloe Ramirez, stopped beside her.
“Of course, ma’am. What’s the matter?”
“The left engine sounds abnormal. Please tell the flight deck I heard repeated surging and that the aircraft’s handling seems to have changed.”
Chloe nodded.
“I’ll let them know.”
Pauline caught her
