Beverly glared at them, at their demon child.
How could they abide demon child? Couldn't they douse the kid with water, yet don't they know splashing cold water in the face of a crazy kid might just shut her up? Did they care?
Of course, there were other methods, but that would be frowned upon.
Let me do it, Just. Let. Me. Do. It! Beverly thought.
Before the plane could zoom to sanity, Beverly was ready to cram her favorite fudge brownies into the devil girl's mouth. Spray whipped cream?
Someone will wreak revenge on you, little devil. Someday.
During our last eleven hour flight from Switzerland, that demon child was one aisle over and about 5 seats away. I discussed this with her mother who said, "But, she's playing with her games!" No duh. For eight stinkin' hours? And the girl fell asleep with 2 hours left. Words failed me then and still.