DAY 15. AT SEA. LUNCHTIME
‘You remind me of my grandfather,’ Martin began, after a waiter had led them to a table and taken their drinks order. Peter settled into his chair and poured a glass of water. He remembered the lunch he had in this room with Genevieve after their trip on the Stargazer, when she hammered him about his memories of Noah. This felt better.
‘Tell me about him,’ Peter said.
‘He was tall like you with a similar white beard. He liked a game of golf too.’
‘Were you close?’ The waiter had arrived with their wine, and they paused to sign the receipts.
‘Yes, I was. He brought me up. He and my grandmother.’
‘Oh, why was that?’ Peter asked. The wine was a New Zealand Shiraz, warm and mellow on his tongue.
‘It’s a complicated story. They more or less adopted me when I was
