. I don’t want you to see me like this. Please go away. Please?”The thought occurred to me in that moment that I had definitely not signed on for ...his scenario in any lifetime, but I wasn’t about to leave her alone, either. “What happened?” I repeated.A weak sigh escaped her lips. “I couldn’t make it onto the toilet in time.”I stood up and stripped off my sweater, down to just the t-shirt underneath. I made my way to her linen closet, where I found several washcloths and towels. Gathering them. Meanwhile my mate and I were singing Hank William's Your Cheating Heart; then Roy Orbison's Pretty Paper and Crying; and Patsy Cline's Walkin' After Midnight. Like I said, at a different level.Anyway, this afternoon Marilyn passed me a sheet of paper while I was in deep concentration, trying to not give the wrong kid the wrong mark. I would never be forgiven for that. Um, Lonesome Me, then Kiss An Angel Good Morning, leading to Gordon Parsons' and Slim Dusty's, A Pub with No Beer for a. I and I alone got a standing ovation and two curtain calls. As for Mavis, well, no, she liked it ... nowhere near so much. She missed her curtain call bow to the audience and only caught up with me just as I got to the dressing room. Staff cabins are a long way from the civilised part of the ship. After she roundly smacked me in the face twice, once with each hand, she collapsed in tears. She thought she was going to die in that glass tank and she couldn’t understand how I managed to drag her. "Come in, come in, Natalie," he said grandly as she stepped into the tiny office. Stuart Brook's desk nearly filled the entire room it was so large, and the young teacher felt as if she was wedged in between the edge of the desk top and the wall. "Sit down," the older man offered, indicating a folding chair behind the door.Natalie twisted around to reach the chair, but when it was folded out she found that she had to sit sideways or cross her legs out the office door. She smiled nervously,.