“HAH? WHAT?” CALLAHAN blinked like his brain had been taken apart and was being slapped together again. “O’Rielly! Awp, you angel-faced pirate, couldn’t you hide her somewheres better than that? Shut up, you don’t have to explain to me, but God help the whole universe if we don’t flimflam the Old Woman!” With which ominous remark, rendered in a zesty devil-may-care manner, however, Callahan threw himself into O’Rielly’s shower.
O’Rielly stood looking thoughtfully at lovely, womanly, exquisite Trillium. Just like that, O’Rielly felt as sparkling of mind as a spiral nebula. “My locker!” he crowed with inspiration and yanked open the doors under his bunk. He glimpsed a black ditty bag, also the cap and coverall uniform of a baggage boy.
“I threw them in there before you came on duty before
