Lucy Muir:
Daniel, what did your aunt do when you ran away to sea?
Captain Gregg:
Oh, probably thank heaven there was no-one around to fill her house with mongrel puppies and track mud on her carpets.
Lucy Muir:
Did she write to you?
Captain Gregg:
Every Sunday for seven years. I was at sea when she died. It was the year I got me mate's ticket. What are you thinking about, Lucia?
Lucy Muir:
I'm thinking how lonely she must have felt, with her clean carpets.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:14