I inhaled sharply. I suddenly remembered that we were sitting at a table munching away calmly while a whole world of adventure was passing by without us. Well, Bob and I were. Terry had left. He was probably checking in with the other two guys.
But we were sitting on a cruise ship just wasting our time eating cookies and strawberries, and we hadn’t even explored this monstrous whale of a ship? Wow, time to go do something!
“We got a print out,” Bob said as if reading my mind, which Timothy had told me werewolves couldn’t do, except perhaps with their own mate. Timothy had developed a funny expression with those words and added, “Which is definitely not you.”
Unaware of my memories at that moment — hopefully — Bob handed me a colorfully printed paper. There was a picture of a calendar on it with today’s date circled. It said: embarkation from Fort Lauderdale, Florida, USA.
I set the paper down between my husband and myself, and leaning against each other, because we wanted to, not because the paper was difficult to read, we studied it.
“There’s a show tonight. Do you want to see that?” I asked Timothy. “That would be fun.”
The paper said this show was a musical, one I’d never heard of, but I’d never had money to buy tickets for such things, so I really hadn’t kept up with what was “hot.”
Bob crammed in the latest cookie, and speaking with a mouthful of both cookies and strawberries said, “That sounds like great fun. Let’s do that!”
Timothy gave Bob a look, then shook his head. “Too many people all crowded together. I don’t want to risk it.”
“Is that what you’re going to say about everything?” I spouted, getting riled up by Timothy’s response. “There are thousands of people onboard, and they are always going to be around us: in the pool, at the theatre, in the restaurants . . .So you want us to be stuck inside this suite the whole time? It’s a very nice suite, but . . .No. Just no. I want to see everything, to live a little, so I’m going with you or without you, but I’m going to see this musical, husband of mine.”
“I’ll go with her,” Bob spurted out. Not a good moment for that. The look Timothy gave him was full of princely fury.
I set my hand on Timothy’s shoulder and said, “Please?”
Terry had returned to our quarters. He wasn’t part of this conversation, probably purposefully. He’d gone directly over to the big picture window where he was staring out to sea.
“Hey,” Terry said at that moment. “There are dolphins out there.”