Chapter 7The Ship
Will
“Where’s Keren?” Will asked, pouring his tea as Fenn joined him at the table in the second-class breakfast room.
“Gone out on deck. They’re back to their usual self this morning. I barely got a greeting when they woke up.” Fenn grinned. “Are your growing children this changeable? One moment all sweetness and the next like a growling fox?”
Will laughed. “I wonder if that’s a universal truth,” he said. “That sounds very much like my brother and I at that age.” He gestured across the table. “Sit, the waiter will be over in a moment to take our order. There’s orange juice for you, here.”
Fenn seated himself comfortably at the table for three. He looked different in the lounge suit he had on this morning. He’d plaited his hair and stuffed it down the back of his coll
