Chapter 5
Dorothy sat back in her deckchair and smoothed out a wrinkle in her new summer frock. Resting in the open air somehow made the reason for them being on ship easier to bear. The days drifted into each other, lazy, as she had become herself. But she was finding the heat difficult, discovering the fierceness of the flat ocean sun gave her frequent headaches, caused her skin to itch. But at least today she was pain-free, though she was as ever sleepy, too drowsy even to open her book. A man in a turban bent and filled her tea cup. Perhaps George was right. Getting used to servants would not be so hard.
Hannah was sitting next to her, the chair pulled back into the shade. She was wearing her white dress again, and Dorothy remembered George at breakfast that morning as he skimmed the
