The Flight Attendant, Chapter 1
I loved my job, even then. I lived a trapped, sheltered youth in a sad little town, and I was always a free spirit. Other girls always knew the path: marry your high school sweetheart, buy a house a block away from your parents. Two and a half kids, maybe a dog. For me, that was boring. I didn’t want to get bogged down in the same place, day after day, seeing the same people, the same buildings. No! I wanted to go. I wanted to travel. See the world! I wanted to meet everyone. The boys. The girls, sometimes? So the day I turned eighteen, I applied to every airline I could find. But most of the major commercial airlines don’t hire 18-year-olds fresh out of high school. I found a way around it: …