Chapter Nine
Mickey toughed it out. Still wondering what it could contain, she hauled Lena’s bag outside onto the starboard deck where one of the louts could manhandle it up two flights of stairs to the cafeteria.
With the men busily sorting out the sleeping arrangements, Mickey gathered the women around. “We’ll be sleeping with the boys tonight so you can expect some horseplay.”
“If Bubba starts snoring, no one will be doing any sleeping,”one of the women countered.
“And tell him to wash his feet,”another chimed in.
Someone in the back groaned, “God, I hope Rosa ain’t servin’ beans...”
Mickey rallied for attention. “The main breaker panel has been locked off and all the generators are down. So no power, no lighting, no beans. We’ve got some emergency lighting but Jocko will want it
