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Singles Night
We all overslept today, even Sukey who is usually up with the lark. I’m up late because I didn’t sleep well. I tossed and turned puzzling over the Captain’s mysterious change of attitude towards my clothes and makeup. It doesn’t make sense to me. I hate that I appear to have offended his sense of propriety. I can’t talk to Kate about it. I’m too ashamed, but I’m not sure of what. That I have been looking like a tart? Or that the Captain pulled me up on it? I’m bewildered by it all, but life goes on. It’s my turn to attend to Sukey this morning, and so I have to get dressed.
When the steward brings our breakfast in, he stops in the doorway to pick up an envelope. He looks my way as he places the tray on the table. “There’s a letter for you, madam,” he says before he turns
