“Not far or fast enough,” Del growled. She glared at him and opened her mouth to speak, but she stopped and said nothing.
“I’m sorry I spoke,” she said at last, turning to the window, her arms folded tightly across her chest.
“There’s no need to be like that,” Del said. “No reason we can’t be—well, civil, at least.”
She barely moved, but Del detected a slight relaxation, a slight loosening of her arms’ tight grip on her body.
“I haven’t introduced myself,” Del continued, still unsure but slightly encouraged. “I’m Delano Aucoin, and I’m from Hamilton, in Canada.”
“If we’re to be friendly,” she said, turning toward him once again, “then you mustn’t lie any more.”
“Lie! I haven’t lied.”
“You did. I asked whether you were going to Liverpool on leave, and you said you were.”
“I didn’t!
