“True, Taffy, but maybe I wanted to hear you sing. You Cymry sing so well.” Gunn grinned wide-eyed at Aberford. “Actually, I came to try and talk January into letting me help her celebrate her first week in an area car.”
“I don’t think that’s necessary.” Marcel Nadeau had approached quietly and now stood behind January, clutching a bouquet of roses wrapped in tissue. Marcel offered the bouquet to January, a shy smile on his angular face. “Here, partner, this is from the guys. One rose for each shift. Congratulations on making a full week in Area Five.”
January took the flowers, smiling through sudden tears. She sniffed at the bouquet. “Mm-mmm! Thanks guys. They’re beautiful.” She stood to kiss Marcel on the cheek. Then she went around the table, bestowing a similar kiss on each of the ot
