She paid him for the journey and he shook her by the hand.
“I ’opes you ’as a good time,” he said. “I expects you ’as friends travellin’ with you and then you won’t be alone.”
“Yes, of course I have,” Calina replied. “They are, I think, already on board.”
“Well, good luck, miss,” the driver said, “and I ’opes you be comin’ back safely.”
“I hope so too,” Calina answered, “and thank you again.”
She walked up the gangway and joined the queue outside the Purser’s office.
There were four people in front of her and she had to wait until they were all accommodated before she could speak to him.
She saw that they all showed him their passports.
When she reached the raised window, she had her passport in her hand.
“First Class or Second Class?” the Purser asked.
Then, looking down at th
