What? She asked laughing back. Youre drunk. Me? Im not! She propped her elbow on the table and rested her cheek on her hand. Am I? She smiled. Im pret...y sure. You ate more salad than pasta. And drank wine like it was juice. I laughed. And this is bad? Theoretically no, but what will we tell your mother? Nothing! Its 9 pm, she will pick me up around midnight. Until then… Until then I think Ill be ok, she said and it made no sense at all, unless she stopped drinking, what seemed improbable. Hmm…. He couldn’t slam the door in her face, that would be too much like a bad TV show, so the he did the only other thing he could. He invited her in and acted as if answering the door naked was the most natural thing in the world. She stepped in with the dog at her heels. He smiled and opened his arms for a hug. She accepted and returned the hug instantly feeling at ease. He laughed, ‘Sorry about the greeting, I hadn’t planned it this way You caught me just as I stepped out of the shower.’ ‘Well. Thomas could not envision a xebec venturing out into the open Atlantic, beating up against a gale with her lateen sails, so Primrose would be free of any pursuit by then.That evening, the wind was further strengthening until a full gale was raging even in the protected Bay of Algeciras. Captain Colbert sent flag signals to the effect that he would wait out the weather in Gibraltar, rather than risking his ship and his passengers, and Thomas was relieved. They had a quiet dinner in the cabin. . personal." Okay, okay," Megan held her hands up and started walking again. Then she folded her arms a little more tightly over her chest, looking mildly nervous for a second.Now it was my turn to ask with concern, "Everything alright?" Yeah, yeah," Megan stammered for a second, and then looked around at the people around us before pulling me towards a more private alcove. "Uh, I feel like I need to tell you something, Ben."I just nodded and leaned forward a bit so Megan wouldn't have to speak.