Freddie and I strolled along the walkway of the ship, weaving our way in and out of the crowds as we tried to speak to one another.
“So, you are going to New York?” I asked him as I dodged an elderly man with a walking stick.
“Well, if that’s where this ship is heading, then yes.”
I chuckled. “You mean, you don’t know.”
Freddie stopped and leaned against one of the railings. Without looking at me he started talking again. “To be honest, after you rejected my proposal I decided I had to get out of London.” He turned to give me an apologetic look. “Sorry, I did not mean to bring that up again but it’s partly why I am here.”
“I understand and I am sorry too for hurting you like I did. Nobody could blame you for wanting to get out of London to escape bad memories.” Him and I had more in
