Chapter TwoLara slept for twelve hours straight, waking up just before midday. She lay still for a while, trying to ignore the increasing urge to visit the bathroom. Half an hour later, she dragged herself down to the long galley kitchen, nosing in the fridge for something quick to eat. Marble appeared through the cat flap and wound himself around Lara’s legs, purring his affection for his alternative food source.
“Fine!” Her fraying nerves snapped. After he legged her up twice, Lara resorted to scraping the awful tinned meat into his bowl. “Stay there and eat that. But gulp it fast. It stinks.”
She’d intended to keep him isolated in one spot, and it worked for as long as his furry face remained pushed into his food bowl. Then he occupied himself with a thorough wash, involving every tuf
