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Anne Lister--venture capitalist, entrepreneur, and very expensive consultant--was not planning on staying long; she never did. In fact, she was not planning on coming at all. She had just given a talk at Istanbul University and was hoping to see Izmir and Cappadocia before her next stretch at the London office. But, alas, Marian had called and it was apparently urgent. Anne had already scheduled a visit for her aunt’s birthday, as she did every year and Marian could be dramatic, but there was something disconcerting about the way Marian had very calmly relayed the numerous problems that had grown too unmanageable to be resolved at a later date. Aunt Anne had also taken a fall and had to be taken to the hospital. So Anne located a bench near the lecture hall and booked a flight back to Halifax for that evening. Izmir and Cappadocia would have to wait a little longer.
And now she was crammed in a coach seat in a plane that smelled vaguely like urine and styrofoam. She would see Aunt Anne. Get her affairs in order. And then...Whither shall I sail?
Anne smirked to herself and gave herself over to dreams and future plans for the remainder of the flight.