CHAPTER ELEVEN
Everything was peaceful. Justin sat on a snowy white blanket with Trudy. She was dressed in a flowing cotton dress and looked absolutely beautiful. It was a gorgeous sunny day. They were eating strawberries and giggling together at a joke he couldn’t quite recall.
She was stroking his arm as only lovers do. Now she was pulling at it. He frowned. The tugging became more insistent. He was forced to acknowledge it. His eyes opened, and the dream crashed and died.
“Sir, I have already spoken to you.” The stewardess fixed him a withering stare. “You are drooling on fellow passengers again.” She was making full use of her training, wearing the fixed grin that is practically a part of a stewardess’s uniform and half whispering so as not to attract undue attention.
Justin had ju
