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filled with pancake batter,
a skillet on the stove filled with bacon grease, an orange juice glass, and
coffee cup. No wonder Karen has trouble with
her weight! Allison silently carped. I
don’t feel like eating anything anyway, so I’ll just skip breakfast and leave
the dishes for her to clean up this afternoon.  It’ll be best to head
directly for the committee meeting at ten. No doubt, they’ll have coffee and danish there.
        
She looked forward to attending industry meetings, especially when they were
held at the Museum of Art in Overton Park, a 342-acre public park in Midtown
Memphis that featured the Memphis Brooks Museum of Art, the Memphis Zoo, a
nine-hole golf course as well as the Memphis College of Art, Rainbow Lake,
Veterans Plaza, Greensward, and the Old Forest Arboretum. She could easily
spend a lively morning or afternoon just strolling around the complex before
attending a meeting, but not today. She was determined to stay focused on the
business at hand, to concentrate on the issues to be discussed, and to brush
from her mind her constant reflections about the young singer haunting her every
thought. She was scheduled to meet with him later in the day, and if the
previous encounter gave any indication, she fully expected to be bowled over by
him again. This time, she vowed to skip the coffee and jelly donuts, and remain
calm.
        
Allison sped down the freeway and veered onto the exit ramp that led her to the
bustling downtown area. She chose a parking lot two blocks away, where rates
were somewhat less expensive. She accepted a ticket from the attendant, and
then hiked to the complex.     
        
Ascending the stairs, she considered the people she would likely encounter: Core
people, undoubtedly , she surmised. The
same people always come to these things. Now and then, a self-motivated
newcomer shows up, but it would be nice to see new members. Just
once, I’d like to leave one of these meetings feeling stimulated to the point
of bursting!
        
Today’s meeting had been conveniently arranged. A conference room had been
booked so attendees could easily walk to the nearby luncheon at the end of the meeting.
Eight people were already deeply involved in a heated discussion when Allison
entered. She looked at her watch and only then realized that she was
twenty-five minutes late. 
        
She hung up her coat, and as unobtrusively as possible, poured herself a cup of
coffee. She ignored the picked over danish ,
then joined the others. Several people smiled or nodded as she slipped into a
seat.
        
No sooner had the lively in-progress discussion concluded than a long-winded
discourse on the Effective Use of Color on Paper Bag Advertising began. The
dull subject soon left her numb because Blake, a balding, heavy-set advertising
executive, merely droned on and on in a dreary monotone about the pros and cons
of using red, blue, or yellow ink, and his speech was entirely devoid of any
kind of audio visuals. Allison’s thoughts quickly drifted to the young music
sensation she had met. She had been so close to him that they could have been
lovers at a drive-in movie. She was almost convinced that she had seen a sparkle
of love light in his eyes, and that vision kept preoccupying her thoughts. When
she tried to shake him off and study the printed program to discern if a more
interesting speaker and topic would soon appear, she only saw him smiling back
at her from the program. She clamped her hand down over his face so hard that
the move embarrassingly jiggled everyone’s water glasses. She finally resorted
to tallying the thread count in her napkin, but even that task failed to take
her mind off him!
        
She was deep in thought about what kind of portraits Karen might be able to
take of him when she suddenly heard the moderator say, “Meeting adjourned!”
        
Before she could stand up, Blake maneuvered into the empty chair opposite her
and cooed, “Allison, you