How could it be May already? I marked-off the days as we sailed back to Jamaica, praying Susannah had not yet given birth.
I had discovered Penny enjoyed playing chess and was rather good at it for one so young. Sam had taught her when she was very small. Hal showed her how to play Ombre and various disreputable English gambling card games. He also taught her an impressive game-face, which I found somewhat disconcerting. For some reason she seemed to find it especially easy to win against me, much to Hal’s amusement. By our seventh day out, he appeared more light-hearted. I’m sure Penny’s company relaxed him. I even wondered if Noah had talked to him, but their ongoing reserve suggested this was unlikely. I decided I must put it in Sam’s hands when we arrived back. Poor Sam.
On the eight
