Chapter Seven
“She doesn’t sound particularly heartbroken, does she?” mused Myrtle.
“She’s a very matter-of-fact person,” said Miles. “And rather a flirtatious one, too.” He carefully poured the remainder of his coffee cup’s contents over the side of the ship.
“Miles! Ditching your coffee after all your nursing of it?” asked Myrtle incredulously.
“Now it’s too cold to drink,” said Miles. “Which is understandable, considering your lips are turning a very distinct color of blue. And I doubt that’s the shade of your lipstick.”
“All right, all right, we’re heading back inside. But, really, Miles. You sound like Goldilocks with all this ‘too hot and too cold’ nonsense.”
They walked back into the ship and to their saved spots. A couple of passengers who were standing around and trying to p
