Page 73 of Under Southern Stars
Sophia: Rude. And accurate. Okay compression socks packed, baby aspirin ready for DVT prevention, and I've created a schedule for getting up and stretching every 2-3 hours because those economy seats are going to be murder on your legs.
I wince at “economy seats.” Another small lie of omission I’d maintained, letting her believe we’d be cramped in the back of the plane.
Jack: You've thought of everything. Charge Nurse on and off duty.
Sophia: Someone has to keep us alive on that metal tube of recycled air and jetlag. Madison won't stop talking about seeing a kiwi bird. I told her they're nocturnal but she doesn't care.
Jack: We'll find her one promise. Plenty at the wildlife centers.
What I don’t mention is the private sanctuary on the estate, where kiwi are nesting, part of my family’s conservation efforts. Just another detail I’d conveniently avoided.
Sophia: Madison wants to know if we can eat Marmite in New Zealand too or just Australia?
