“Here. This might help you get a better grip.”

“I don’t need your help!”

He nearly fell before the ring came loose. A passenger behind us let out a snort.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake!” he snapped.

He stuffed the ring into his pocket and stomped toward the restroom, still displaying those unmistakable pink toenails.

Diane bent toward me, thoroughly amused.

“I think he’s going to remember you.”

I gave a quiet laugh.

“Oh, I’m counting on it.”

He had no idea I recognized him, and I certainly had no intention of revealing that while we were still on the plane. And if he believed a surprise pedicure would be his worst experience that week, he had another unpleasant surprise coming.

By the time I arrived home, exhaustion was catching up with me.

“Mommy!”

Megan sprinted along the hallway and launched herself into my arms.

“Did you miss me?” I asked.