Lasker Award (1)

An early-morning flight.

The flight Lieselotte had arranged was first class. In a way, that was only natural. That kind of expense hardly mattered to people like them.

I looked out the plane window.

The plane began to move, and the scenery outside swept past in an instant.

Was first class comfortable?

I sat there, sipping champagne.

Not really. There was a serious problem.

A bunch of lunatics were smoking cigars in the cabin. I guess smoking on planes hadn't been banned yet.

The cabin was hazy with smoke.

It wasn't as if I could ask them to stop...