Chapter 17
As days lengthened into weeks, with no fresh outbreaks of typhus, the ship seemed to heave a great sigh. Diaries, letter books, and sewing projects were pulled out. People fell back into the steady rhythm of bells, deck lessons, and mess duties. Steerage buzzed with plans and preparations for the concert.
The choir would take part of course. Rhys was working on a version of the Fairy Woman’s tale set to the haunting strains of ‘Ar Hyd y Nos’. Some of the single girls were planning to recite verse, while groups of single men had decided to try their hand at playwriting. Time would tell whether they had any talent in this department. But hoots of laughter from the forward part of the deck told Bridie they considered themselves great wits. Only the families who’d lost loved ones
