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Margo was crouched in her seat like a track star awaiting the starter’s pistol. She had her carry-on in her lap, her handbag on her shoulder, and her winter coat over her arm.

She hadn’t taken her eyes off the man in 1B since the flight attendant handed him the trench coat. She watched as he stuffed it into his carry-on.

She made a move to get up before the plane had come to a complete stop, but the ever-watchful flight attendant motioned to her to sit down.

‘Only a minute or two more, Mrs McCarthy,’ she said. ‘I do hope everything works out.’

‘Thank you,’ Margo answered, still watching 1B.

Finally the chime sounded to signal the passengers they could move around the cabin. The plane’s door slid open and there was the usual scramble to be first out. Everyone was in the aisle at once, gathering books and newspapers, pulling carry-on luggage from the overhead rack. It was an obstacle course.