The captain’s soothing voice came over the public address system.

He’d already broken through the calming lull of the free entertainment portion of our travels — which, for me, meant a newly released movie in which I’d been delightedly engrossed — several times to apologize for the minor turbulence the cabin had been experiencing.

I’d expected another update on the gentle bumps he charmingly begged for our pardon. …

“Chicken dentist …. ”

I accepted the strange announcement with barely a blink. Must have heard it wrong.

This trip had already gotten off to a weird start when two burly men showed up at the airport restaurant we’d chosen to wait out our early arrival, looked at my husband, and said my name.

“Not to worry, ma’am, we need to sort out some things back at security, it seems there’s........

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