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Voyage to the New World



It wasn't difficult to do. She clung to him, imagining that she was trapped in an airport, waiting for the plane to depart, with police walking up and down the corridors.
"Can you cook?" he asked.
"Yes." She replied, and she was glad that she had spent all those hours helping in the kitchen with the cook and her daughter.
"An hour from now we stop for supplies at the mouth of the river. Could you make a list of what you will need, and how much to cook for six people. This boat has a five person crew."
"Could I see what tools you have in your kitchen?"
She made list with basic foods such as potatoes, tomatoes, beets, lettuce, salad dressing, bread, eggs, milk, butter, broccoli, cheese, pasta, onions, honey, maple syrup, peppers, sausage, beef, flour, sugar, and a few more.
"Your supply of spices has everything I wanted and more."
We had a worker who could cook a few months ago. Everybody likes omelettes.
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She must have been in some form of shock. She woke up crying two days after the they left the river. He reached over and pulled her against him, and she relaxed. Perhaps it was an instinct. Later she would try to imagine his perspective of all the events.
She volunteered to scrub the deck one afternoon. He didn't say anything, but handed her a mop and a bucket. She saw him look out the window at her a few times.
"You do good work." He said to her.
He only put his hands on her when they were alone.
When they were alone together she held him, until he turned away to fall asleep, and she held again when he woke up, wanting her.
When they reached Rio de Janeiro, he walked with her off the boat.
She turned and kissed him, sweetly, tenderly.
"Thank you for saving me."
"What did you do?"
"I killed my boyfriend."
It was the first time that she had seen fear in his eyes.
"It was self defense."
The fear was still there.
"Goodbye, Jacque."
She turned and walked away.


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