“Bye, Beautiful,” the flight attendant said to Heidi as we disembarked in Atlanta. “Bye, Precious,” she said to me. “Bye, Gorgeous,” she continued as we passed.
“Did she just call you Gorgeous?” Heidi asked.
“No,” I answered. “I’m Precious. Gorgeous is behind us.” I jerked my thumb over my shoulder. “And you’re Beautiful.”
“Aww,” said Heidi. “Well you’re gorgeous to me.”
“What about precious?” I asked.
“That, too,” she allowed. “That, too.”
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