The old MFV ferry took them across the river, cruising through the gentle swell of the ebbing tide and they surrendered to the rhythmic pulse of the diesel engine. They were happy sitting for"ard on deck, the sun and the breeze in their faces, Dorothy, resting her head on Nathan"s shoulder for much of the crossing.
It was five weeks since they met: the best time in their lives. Nathan had never known such openness and affection as came from Dorothy. He was falling in love with her.
He"d never said that he loved any woman and lacked the confidence to tell Dorothy that he loved her though he wanted to, and tortured himself about when he might tell her.
Songs often brought thoughts of Dorothy. When he listened to Billie Holiday sing Body and Soul he thought he could tell her that was how h
