Surprise plane companions:
I was bent over my laptop, trying to connect to something or another, when I noticed Dana Rae in my periphery. Back 10 years ago, we were Internet friends, searching through these waves for other Southern lesbians. Later, we met in a real bar in Hattiesburg, Miss., all on accident. Later, we moved to the same city. This day, again by accident, we met again in the airport then flew the thousand something miles home to the South. An old lady sat on my other side and pronounced finger "fanger."