“Angelica,” she advised without ever lifting her gaze from the book. I wondered about the mother, either she was remarkably well preserved for her age or was nothing but a step – mother. XXX “Something really lovely,” I replied. “Curious,” I admitted. “Captain Hunstanton is very interested in you Mama,” she replied. “Oh, Mama dies having a baby, it was a boy, father was heartbroken,” she said. “It was cold and wet,” I said, “And that was in summer, winter was pure pain and penury from beginning to end of every voyage.”
“At least you went from somewhere to somewhere else,” she insisted, “I go from my room to this chair to the garden and back to my room every day.”
“Sounds like heaven to a mariner facing a gale,” I ventured.
