The next morning Alison packed a small bag, still having no idea what she was really going to do. But she ordered a pair of blue contact lenses anyway, based on her prescription for her reading glasses, which would be ready to pick up at a Boston eyeglass store tomorrow. She then booked herself a seat on the redeye to Logan and a hotel room at the Ritz. It was close enough to the Public Gardens so Alison could ride the boats again, one of the local treats she always enjoyed.
Alison managed to sleep for most of the flight after only one mini-bottle of wine with the airline-food dinner. After settling into her hotel room for a bit during the Boston morning rush hour, she put her walking shoes on. The hotel wasn’t far from Filene’s Basement, so she called her credit card bank to let them kno
