The young man in his white shirt, open collar, walked past the foot of my bed to the empty space near the window.  He sat on the chair in the corner, focused on his cell phone.  He was in his late twenties or early thirties, attractive in his dark-rimmed glasses.

"Hello," the blonde woman gushed as she boarded the airport jitney. She bent over to arrange an infant car carrier on the window seat across the aisle from Lynn. She placed it facing the back of the van, giving Lynn full vision of the sweet baby's face. Before sitting, the mother brushed her unruly curly hair away from her face and turned to Lynn.