Chapter 4
Dorothy pointed to an empty table by a porthole and allowed George to lead the way. He opened his newspaper while she picked up her book and surreptitiously looked around the café and the other occupants. The ship owners had done their best to make it look comfortable and welcoming, and although the table and chairs were functional, more in the style of a canteen, they were spotless, looked brand new. On the ceiling, huge domed lights surrounded by mirrors gave the room a feeling of depth, of immensity with their upside-down images of people strolling across the room, making her long for the homeliness of their house in Golders Green. And there was a continuous low hum of the engines, vibrating slightly as the ship rocked gently through the waves. It was hard to comprehend that
