I fell asleep…when did I fall asleep? she thought. She yawned, stretched as much as she could without disturbing the people around her and gazed out the window of the 747, happy the airline had been able to accommodate her with the innermost seat, her favorite. It was dusk; she checked her watch and saw that they would be nearing the airport in about an hour, which gave her sufficient time to finish flipping through the portfolio of vibrant, tropical paintings, at least one of which she would hopefully return back to the States having acquired. “Hummm,” the woman sitting next to her murmured, a bleached-blonde about her age who was still napping, the weight of her hand steadying the Tattle-Tale magazine which sat closed on her lap. Ally glanced over at the sound and her eyes were drawn to the irresistibly attractive people on the cover. She craned her neck to read the headline. Gemme Hosts Party of the Season, Honors Local Artists, This Weekend in St.
