A tiny baby cries. Wails. Seat 20A filling the small space between his mother and the back of another seat. The surrounding rows of adults complain about the noise. They are uncomfortable. They've had their snacks and sodas. One of the 35 tv channels they can watch doesn't drown out this awful noise.
"She needs to get up and walk him."
"Rub whiskey on his gums."
"How can you take a baby on a 5 hour plane ride?"
She closes her eyes and listens to the screams. The tv audio is noise and this is sound. She breathes evenly as the random notes carry on. She does not have one of her own and can't be of much help. This baby is heard. Now he's quiet again. The plane hums.
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