4.4
Her mood didn’t rise with dawn. She opened her eyes to the brightening day as Heather got out of her bunk. She kept still and watched her friend slip on a dressing gown and head out of the room with her toiletries bag tucked under an arm. Then she threw off the covers and gathered a sarong around her torso, grabbed her own toiletries and followed Heather to the showers.
She returned to an empty room. Heather’s towel was drying on the back of a chair. Yvette dressed and went to the kitchen, finding Heather preparing breakfast.
‘Morning, sunshine.’ Heather handed her a mug of tea. ‘Hungry?’
In minutes they were sitting in the main room with plates of fried eggs, tomatoes and slices of buttered toast. Soon there were footsteps and low voices in the corridors, and bleary-eyed risers sh
