The Doll

The DollWe Landed at Colima twenty minutes behind schedule. Two passengers got on, fighting the slipstream as the plane held against the brakes, and took off again in its own dust. The town was still in sight under the left wing when the steward began dispensing Aérovias Azteca's standard flight breakfast. A paper cup of orange juice – warm; powdered coffee – cold; and a sweet roll, roughly the size and shape of a calf's clinker.A bundle of magazines had been put aboard at Guadalajara. But the s...