She stood hurriedly, then side-stepped by him from her window seat. Her hand was at her face and her chest heaved.
Denny watched men's heads turn to admire his sister as she made her way down the aisle toward the ladies' room. He admired the swing of her hips, her beautiful body, and he thought: She's going to make someone a beautiful wife someday. But he was not sure that being back in San Francisco would change the direction their lives had taken. Not at all sure. They would just have to wait and see. And for just a moment, he thought he might burst into tears, too.