The Island, Chapter 3
Chapter 3 The light streaming in the airplane window woke me a few hours later. We had 3 hours before landing in South Africa, where it would be after lunch local time. Carol was still zonked out, and I wasn’t really interested in morning after conversation anyway, so I grabbed one of the croissants the stews were handing out and headed into coach. Janie was awake, sitting by herself reading when I moseyed on up. “Where’s Jared,” I asked, motioning to the empty seat next to her. “Squeezed into that row over there with his friends. I swear I’ll kill him if he spends the whole trip playing video games. He’s supposed to be experiencing the world.” “Don’t worry about it, “ I reassured her, sitting down. “The inside of the plane is pretty boring.” …