FORTY-EIGHT
Audra smoothed down the skirt of the dress she felt was way too formal for the deck of an icebreaker, or walking through the port city of Fremantle. She looked like she was dressed for a date, not for a doctor's appointment and a bunch of x-rays. She didn't have a choice, though – her only other clothes were more suited to Heard Island and not a hot March day in Western Australia.
"I'm almost jealous," Jodi said. "That dress looks so much better on you than it ever did on me."
"I'll wash it and give it back to you, as soon as I've picked up some of my own clothes from home," Audra replied quickly. She'd made one phone call as the ship arrived in port, telling her family she'd be in Perth so she'd be home for dinner.
"No, you keep it. It never fitted me anyway."
"I'll pay
