“No. I’m fine.”
Lola looked steadily at her and Gail did her best not to fidget. They were in her space, in her galley.
This is where she should be most comfortable, but it wasn’t working.
The problem was that Lola hadn’t come alone, there were five of them here.
Dinner service was done. Galley clean and crew gone. Midrats crew wouldn’t be in for hours. All the lights were out except for the down-lights over the central prep table where they all sat. It has been casual at first. Lola and Trisha had dropped in, supposedly hunting for another round of the night’s…morning’s…dinner’s chocolate mousse.
They’d taken to coming by the galley, or the three of them would go for a run together on the Hangar Deck which offered the largest track area on the ship. She was starting to think she’d fo
