DAY 11. AT SEA. MORNING
How do other people fill in the time? Peter wondered as he watched the numbers in the elevator climbing towards fifteen. His legs ached, and he had a pain across his shoulders. Genevieve was distant, more interested in the enormous man she spent so much time with on the deck, than in being with him. But I’m not such a great companion, he admitted to himself. He was still weak and queasy from the virus, disinclined to socialise.
On the fifteenth deck the wind raged, but the rectangle of artificial grass covering an area of five metres square was sheltered behind perplex glass walls. Peter had come for the hole in one competition. He was a competent golfer, and before Noah’s death had played with the same group of friends every weekend. Now he couldn’t face their sy
