The Leg Cast
from the Orthopedic Art Gallery
They boarded the rest of the passengers by row number. Major
Roger Plyer came slowly down the aisle carrying his cap in
hand and 2 magazines. He located his seat in front of us.
When he saw my casted leg propped next to him his mouth fell
open. He lowered his eyes and gingerly slid into his seat. I
leaned forward and tapped him on the shoulder. "I'm sorry
about my leg. Does it bother you terribly." He turned toward me.
"Uh. No." He stammered. "Not at all." He was beet red and
staring at my toes which Tommy had painted a deep red. I
leaned back and gave Sue a wink.
After the beverage cart came through, Sue began our little game.
She stood next to Plyer and opened the overhead bin. Sue gave
him a big smile. "Excuse me but my friend needs a pillow. I
hope I don't bother you." Without waiting for a reply, she
kicked off her clogs and stood barefooted on Plyer's armrest.
Sue dangled her bare right foot directly in front of Major
Plyer's mouth as she rummaged through the overhead bin. I
could see her
nails were painted a deep brown. After what seemed an eternity,
she emerged with a pillow and dismounted the armrest. "Excuse
me." Sue said to Major Plyer as she slipped her clogs
on. "Would you mind slipping this pillow under my friend's cast.
Her ankle is broken and it's beginning to hurt from the
altitude?" (...)
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