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Grayson helped Keltie into his Atomos.
She stooped as she climbed into the cramped quarters.
“I know it’s a little tight,” he said. “But hopefully it’ll be okay for a little while.”
She took in the small ship. There was a cozy salon with a rectangular window, two couches and a television.
The place was spotless.
“It’s fine,” she said.
Grayson carried a plastic bag with two plastic wine bottles. He set the bottles on a coffee table next to the couch. He walked over to a cabinet and took out two plastic mason jars.
“We’ll have to drink out of these…”
It was cute that he was apologizing for mason jars, of all things.
“Wine is wine, no matter what you drink it from,” Keltie said. “I’m not snobby about my wine.”
“Good. I’ll be back,” he said.
Grayson climbed the ladder to the coc
