"All that matters is that you are fine," my mother said, and I could see her smile, and it was if the weight and worry disappeared from her shoulders....It is a nice day just to get out the beach blanket and lie out in the sun for a bit," my mother said as we entered the house. "We have plenty of cool drinks and not a care in the world."My sister disappeared into her room, and if I had to guess she would be changing into her bathing suit. Moments later, my mother left to change as well.It did not. . what time is it? It's almost seven o’clock on day three of your cruise. I have to go to work. You can sleep here some more or go to your own room four doors down. Either way I have to go. The whole time she is talking she is getting dressed. I sit up and she kisses me goodbye. “You were as good as the girls said you were. I’d love to do it again... when it’s my turn again.” She walks out the door and I listen. I hear hair dryers running, giggling from the passageway, and singing. Beautiful. If Karen was the kind of person to deeply analyze her situation (and she isn’t), she might find that the sameness of her life is the root of her largely undefined and unstated frustration. Frustration might not even be the right expression. Being frustrated would seem to hold a recognition of not being happy, missing something, longing for something else or more. She wouldn’t use those words, not consciously. She certainly wouldn’t verbalize them. Like Gerald, she wouldn’t ‘rock the boat’,. "I can't quite place my finger on it, but there seems to be something untrustworthy about him. I could be wrong of course, but…" What makes you say that?" John asked with a grin."A number of things, actually. First was his decision to mention both Cindy and Dave by name during the morning announcements with no warning whatsoever. That struck me as a bit inappropriate and unfair. Second was his manner of speaking during the congregational prayers. His cadence was just enough off from that.