Chapter 9
Gail wished she’d slept.
She wished she’d made love to Sly. Right there. In the little boat, in the privacy of the little cubbyhole high on the Peleliu’s side, exposed only to the sea. Let him purge the doubt from her. For she was filled with doubt in all its many flavors.
So, she did the only thing she knew how to do.
She cooked.
Matheo served pancakes to the crew and an omelette for himself.
She showed her staff how to make omelettes for six hundred. A massive undertaking to have just the right amount of air whipped into the eggs when they hit the pan. That crucial moment of sprinkling the sausage and cream cheese filling after the bottom was gelled but before the top began to set so that the fillings were integrated right into the eggs. Regulating the production so that
