Irish Sea, Great BritainMay 13
Margaret Key thoughtfully watched her husband, Albert, struggle with the ship’s tiller. Scratch a New Zealander and you’ll find a sailor, he’d assured her. Nonetheless, Margaret didn’t have such a good feeling about this. After all, her husband was many things, but only theoretically. He could talk about boats, golf, nuclear energy and other subjects without having ever come anywhere close to them. Margaret had the sneaking suspicion that it had been precisely that quality that had gotten Albert fired from his relatively decent job in the Auckland Insurance Company and forced him to leave the only profession he had any practical capability in.
Albert had been hit harder by the sacking than he let on. No surprise there. Albert had had a very traumatic life.
