Solemn little boy, flying first-class and alone at Christmas, London to Metropolis, nonstop. Adults' glances soften as they pass over him. He hears the whispered word, chemotherapy, and sits up straighter. But the look is in the eyes of the stewardess who hands him over to his parents, and though his father is icily polite, the minute he turns away, he rages, jerking Lex along just out of reach of his mother.
"My son is not an invalid! There's nothing wrong with him!"
Then why do you keep sending me away? he wants to ask, but doesn't. He knows better.