“My legs are still killing from standing during the party,” Dorothy kept repeating the same words for the past five minutes, since the jet started flying.

“Hey, you,” Elizabeth looked at Benjamin. “Can you not hear my mom’s pain?”

“Yeah, her legs are hurting. I can hear that,” Benjamin said. “What can I do about it, though?”

“You should massage her legs,” Elizabeth said with entitlement. “She’s old and doesn’t have enough strength in her fingers, so you should help her.”

“Sorry, but can’t you d