With a friend I say vaguely.
Marjolein misunderstands him. Oh, with a friend. I see."
I give him a half guilty smile. Letting people jump to conclusions is sometimes simpler than explaining a complicated truth.
"Make sure this friend doesn't have an angry boyfriend."
“I'll do my best,” I say.
I finish signing the papers. "That's it then," she says. He opens his desk and pulls out a manila folder. “Here's some mail. I've arranged for anything going to the ship to be sent here until you give me a new address.
"Could be a while."
"Okay. I'm not going anywhere." Marjolein opens a cabinet and pulls out a bottle of Scotch and two shot glasses. “You just became a media man. This deserves a drink.
Bram used to joke that, as far as Marjolein was concerned, every time the minute hand on the
