Mabel and George entered, looking as though they'd been waiting for the summons.They must have been outside the door all the time, Doris thought with ...right. This is all pre-planned! Is everything Mildred does so very well-planned beforehand?"Fasten her to the punishment stool," said Mildred, casually.Doris's eyes jerked open wide. The stool!"No!" she screamed, "I won't do it--no, no, no!"Mildred lit a cigarette while Mabel dragged the strange stool from its place in the closet.Doris made a. ’ What does that even mean? Why did I just say that? ‘No, I know,’ she said, her voice harder. ‘It’s not about you, I get that.’ John didn’t have a response, he didn’t know what to say. There wasn’t much of anything TO say. Finally it was all out in the open. Well, maybe not ALL. ‘She just…’ he started, scrambling for something to say. ‘She’s just…uneasy is all.’ ‘She doesn’t trust me,’ she said. That hardness was rising, but her voice was still somehow sad, gentle. That wasn’t wrong, but it. He also provided me with a bank draft refunding the money we had paid for our tickets. The captain told me that several boats had been boarded and burned in that general area, so he was grateful for my help.We invited him to join us for lunch, but he declined, since he had already eaten lunch while he was in the pilot house. However, he did join us and drank coffee while we finished eating. We talked about the problem of river pirates and what could be done about them.The captain, Trevor. There is no breeze, just sweat. Clothing is minimal. In shorts and thongs I ambled home from the pub. After a few hours respite in the air-con with a couple of beers, I was now perspiring and my head began to throb. Down the road I could hear rock music coming out of an old Federation house, so I crossed over to avoid the din. ‘Don’t you like our music?’ I heard some one call out. ‘Ah, its alright. I’ve just got a headache.’ ‘Well, I’ve got an aspirin.’ The music was turned down and I could.