Secrets At Sea (2011)
Secrets At Sea
“But I dragged from deck to deck, half asleep on my feet. Still, I kept one eye out for the cat who might be keeping one eye out for me.
At long last I was on the right deck. I slumped through the carpet, weaving along the creaking, sleeping ship. A little woozy, I slipped beneath a cabin door. But cautious. Always cautious.
Surely my sisters were home before me. A shaded light burned within. Camilla was not in the bed. Nor Louise at the foot of it. I looked underneath. No eyes glowed from there.... Beatrice was making herself scarce.
But the cabin was not empty. Far from it. A young lady sat on the dressing-table bench, turned away to the only chair. She wore something gauzy, softly draped: a gown for receiving a guest. Her hand extended to a gentleman there in the chair. Immaculate black and white. Wing collar. A good head of hair, center-parted.
He was a stranger to me. But I knew who he was, who he had to be. Well, I’ll be a monkey’s uncle, I thought to myself as my eyes liked to pop out of my head.MoreLess
At long last I was on the right deck. I slumped through the carpet, weaving along the creaking, sleeping ship. A little woozy, I slipped beneath a cabin door. But cautious. Always cautious.
Surely my sisters were home before me. A shaded light burned within. Camilla was not in the bed. Nor Louise at the foot of it. I looked underneath. No eyes glowed from there.... Beatrice was making herself scarce.
But the cabin was not empty. Far from it. A young lady sat on the dressing-table bench, turned away to the only chair. She wore something gauzy, softly draped: a gown for receiving a guest. Her hand extended to a gentleman there in the chair. Immaculate black and white. Wing collar. A good head of hair, center-parted.
He was a stranger to me. But I knew who he was, who he had to be. Well, I’ll be a monkey’s uncle, I thought to myself as my eyes liked to pop out of my head.MoreLess
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