Now, a decade later, on a red eye flight out of Newark, Edith is seated beside me.
I notice she’s doubled her weight, but retained the annoying whine in her voice, which I recollected after she whined, “It’s a small world”.
While scolding me for not wearing a tie, I remembered Edith’s middle name: Amber, and laughed out loud.
“What’s so funny?”She snapped.
“You’re Mrs. Edith Amber Snow,” I roared with laughter.