We were sitting in the modern aisle.
I was on the outside. Two men in tan suits
were beside Uncle Roger. He was showing them
some things in the Wall Street Journal.

The two tiny bottles he had brought
with him in the pocket of his raincoat
were protruding from the plastic bag
where the airline magazines and the throw-up bags
were kept. "Those are nice socks
you men are wearing," he said.


Uncle Roger File 3: Terminals by Judy Malloy
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