All Over the Map

By Tanya Zaufi

They found love cruising to exotic destinations.
Finding a way to be together would turn their world upside down.

When Tanya accepts a job on the Regal Princess cruise ship touring the Caribbean, she looks forward to travel, adventure, inspiration, sunshine, and just maybe, some lighthearted romance. Little does she imagine that fate will intervene, bringing her together with Josef, the ship’s sexy pastry chef, with whom she falls deeply in love.

But while the pair enjoys an idyllic romance aboard the very ship where scenes from The Love Boat were filmed and on the shores of various exciting ports of call—Aruba, St. Thomas, Acapulco, Puerto Rico, and more—the reality of their circumstances looms: Tanya’s home is in British Columbia. Josef hails from a village in the Austrian Alps. What will they do when their contracts end?

In All Over the Map: Two Lovers, Six Continents, and a Date with Destiny, Tanya takes readers along on the exhilarating journey as she and the man of her dreams struggle to maintain their bond beyond the fantasy world of the cruise ship. Back in their respective homes and oceans apart, their ardent quest to be together is thwarted time and again by circumstances beyond their control: tragic accidents, denied immigration visas, misunderstandings both heartbreaking and hilarious. Meeting up on fleeting romantic vacations all over the globe, they hold steadfastly on to their vision of a shared future . . . until a fateful incident threatens to drive them apart.

Brimming with suspense, lust, longing, and the magic of travel, All Over the Map is a poignant reminder that—even more than romance—compromise, sacrifice, and patience are the keys to everlasting love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tanya Zaufi
• Release date: Oct 23, 2020
• ISBN: 9781777379919

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All Over the Map

All Over the Map

Two Lovers, Six Continents, and a Date with Destiny

Tanya Zaufi

All Over the Map: Two Lovers, Six Continents, and a Date with Destiny

© 2020 Tanya Zaufi

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Paperback ISBN: 978-1-7773799-0-2

Ebook ISBN: 978-1-7773799-1-9

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Interior design by Andrea Reider

All my love and gratitude to my husband and two kids for all your love, support, and encouragement through this entire process. I could not have gone on this journey without your understanding and patience. Thank you for choosing me as your wife and mom! You all mean more to me than you will ever know. I love you all to the North Star, to the Moon, and back!

Author’s Note

At age twenty-four, in 1997, I was living in my small town of Kelowna; one hungry, anxious girl looking for change, inspiration, and most of all, love. I wanted something—someone—different.

A fateful job offer set me sailing, quite literally, and led me to a man who would change everything. Of course, as the saying goes, life is what happens when you’re making other plans. And I never could have planned for the adventure, or the love affairs that awaited me halfway across the world. What followed were a series of choices that shaped my destiny.

I believe that the best love stories are meant to be shared. We see possibility in the travels of the heart. Thank you for letting me share my story and my heart with you.

Tanya Zaufi

Kelowna, British Columbia, Canada

July 2020

Table of Contents

Too Good to Be True

Just a Princess on the High Seas

Love at First Sight

Now We’re Sharing the Same Dream

Cat and Mouse

Like Sugar and Spice

On the Love Boat

There’s Something Here

Sei Libero di Giocare! (You Are Free to Play!)

Christmastime Is Here

Had to See You Again

May Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot

Down We Went

In Another Part of the World

Sunny Days That Never End

Next Stop: Alaska

All My Bags Are Packed

No Sleep at All

Way Back When

All the Love You Write

We’ll Shine Together

Sharing the Night Together

Photospread

So Fine to See Your Face

Just a Dream and the Wind

Take a Chance

Back Where I Belong

This Man Is Going to Be My Forever

Vienna Waits for You

My Heart Just Won’t Let Me Be

My Baby’s Not Around

Take Me to Your Heart

That’s More Like It

The Key to My Peace of Mind

Jetzt und Für Immer (Now and Forever)

Let My Love Make You Warm

In Restless Dreams I Walk Alone

Running in Circles

Fallin’ In and Out of Love with You

Gonna Make This Place Your Home

I Think I Wanna Marry You

When the Fog Lifted

Happily Ever After

About the Author

Landmarks

Cover

Too Good to Be True

Kelowna, a resort town on Lake Okanagan in British Columbia, Canada, is a beautiful place with beaches, lakes, mountains, and wineries. One spring and summer, I worked at the Grand Okanagan Hotel Resort, right on the lake, and had a great time making new friends and tearing up the town. But come fall, when the tourist season ended, all the resorts laid off most of their staff, and my job was among the casualties. I started to panic. Jobs were scarce in winter. I thought about applying for a job at a ski resort thirty-five miles southeast of Kelowna.

Then Stephanie gave me a better idea.

We were hanging out at this trendy coffee bar in Kelowna. It’s really the central place in town, so we always end up there, often dreaming of other places we might visit. And as I was discussing my impossible situation, Stephanie, who had worked with me at the Grand, said something miraculous.

You know the answer to your problem, don’t you? Stephanie smiled. She had a café latte with foam mustache, so I giggled.

"No, Steph. What?" We were seated at an outdoor table and the wind whipped around us. I pushed my long, blond hair off my face and pulled the hair back into a quick braid.

I watched as colorful fall leaves danced into the street. It was beautiful, but I needed more. Something had to give.

Time to set sail, T.

Huh?

You know, Stephanie went on, wiping her mouth. I have a friend who used to work on cruise ships and they’re always looking for staff. I mean, you get to travel all over the world while you work, so it sounds like a pretty sweet deal. Maybe we should both check it out.

I blinked. What? That can’t be real. That’s like a job from the movies.

Stephanie shook her head. I’m serious, T. I bet we could both get hired. And get out of Kelowna . . . at least for a little while.

I raised my eyebrows. "It sounds way too good to be true. I’m sorry, but they pay you to travel? You are making this shit up."

Stephanie smiled wide and threw her head back. You know I’m terrible at making up anything.

Of course, that was true.

We applied. Within a week, we were called in for interviews in Vancouver. We made the four-hour trip together in a rental car. I didn’t trust my car on the twisty mountain roads since I nearly drove off a steep embankment last winter; and Stephanie doesn’t own a car. We ended up crashing in a motel along the main road, using up more money than I’d planned to spend. But still, this was our big chance. Two more rounds of interviews the next two days, and they sent us home. And then two weeks later, we were hired.

The recruiter, Pamela, a towering woman with the widest smile I had ever seen, gave us the good news over the phone. I believe she let out a little yay! when offering us the office jobs. She said we had delightful smiles and our hiring packages and start dates would be in the mail shortly. A part of me wondered: is this cruise ship gig a friendly cult where only people with the most sparkly pearly whites get hired? Was my smile my ticket out of Kelowna? Or maybe my green eyes and long legs?

Was I even ready to leave the comfort of Kelowna and set sail?

Now I had to figure out what I was going to do with all my belongings. I was living with my sister, Tina, and another roommate in a condo, so I initially thought I would put objects into storage. But then a bit of luck came my way. A friend offered to take over my portion of the rent and use my furniture when she moved in. I wouldn’t have to store my stuff after all, and I could even keep my place.

Next stop was my parents’ house in Edmonton, which I would use as my home base while on the ship. Driving the ten hours through snowy conditions in November can be iffy, but I made it. Mom had espresso and biscotti waiting for me.

My dad couldn’t believe that a company that didn’t even know me was paying for my flight to come work for them. I didn’t believe it either. Even though I have worked in the hospitality and travel industry for several years, I had never known anyone with such a job, so I was cautiously optimistic. I didn’t know what to expect.

When I received a FedEx package at my parents’ place, I tore it open and found my plane tickets and detailed job information. I immediately called Stephanie to see if she had gotten hers that day as well. She had not, which was a huge disappointment for both of us. We had assumed we would be flying out together and sharing this amazing experience. Nevertheless, I was ready and willing to take the plunge on my own.

Included in my package was my cruise ship’s itinerary, with a packing list. As it turned out, the tropical sailing schedule meant that I only had to pack summer clothes. Our ports of call would take us to some exotic destinations, with a few full days at sea.

It was a list of tropical places I’d only fantasized about during cold Canadian winters.

First Leg, Eleven-Day Cruise Return, Ten-Day Cruise

San Juan (Puerto Rico) Acapulco (sail at 11:30 p.m.)

St. Thomas At Sea

Martinique Puerto Caldera (Costa Rica)

Grenada At Sea

La Guaira (Venezuela) Panama Canal

Curaçao Cartagena (Colombia)

At Sea Aruba

Panama Canal At Sea

At Sea St. Thomas

Acapulco (overnight) San Juan (Puerto Rico)

Acapulco

My parents took me to the airport for the departing flight, to Puerto Rico. My high school Spanish came back just from reading the list of destinations. In addition to practicing Spanish and French, I had a lot to get the hang of far away from home.

Mom and Dad embraced me in a flood of worried tears.

I swear to God and anyone else that will listen, Mom, I will be careful. I won’t do anything risky. And I won’t date anyone from another country. I SWEAR.

She squeezed me hard and sobbed into my shoulder.

Mom, you have to let me go.

Mom didn’t want me to fall in love with a foreigner and permanently move to another country. It was our little running joke, or rather our running away joke.

But I won’t go too far, Mom, not really. I would never abandon either you or Dad is what I told her every time, winking.

And just like that, I was thirty thousand feet in the air, heading toward my next destination.

On my connecting flight from Florida, I sat between two older ladies, and the three of us had a conversation about where we were going. They liked my story about meeting up with a cruise ship to start my new job. They asked if I got seasick.

That could be a problem, dear, one of the ladies quipped.

I laughed. That’s for sure. But I have no plan to toss my cookies or anything else over the cruise ship guardrails.

The ladies who laughed found my sarcasm utterly delightful.

When I walked into the terminal pulling my roller suitcase carry-on, I desperately searched for a sign that somebody would be right there to pick me up. I scanned the signs held by tiny limo drivers and one very tall man holding an entire bouquet of colorful blooms. I didn’t see anyone. Oh, no. Was this the real deal or some crazy hoax? After all, it had seemed almost too good to be true. Was it?

After I picked up my luggage and went through customs, I stepped outside into the sultry tropical air of Puerto Rico and looked around. There was someone waiting for me holding a Princess Cruises sign with my name on it! He took me to a hotel and explained that I would be joining the ship the next day. I breathed a deep sigh of relief.

This really was happening.

Just a Princess on the High Seas

The hotel was lavish, the Wyndham, all expenses paid, silk sheets and turndown service to boot. My room had a spectacular view of the wharf, too, and I could see the Regal Princess docked right there, a sparkling nighttime scene with the lights of San Juan, the wharf, and the ship lighting up the water.

After I got settled in my room, I called home to tell my parents that I had arrived safely and that all had gone according to plan; in fact, better than plan. I clicked on the television in my room and promptly fell asleep with the remote hanging out of my hand. Keeping up with this work schedule was going to challenge me in so many ways. But so far, so good.

The hotel delivered breakfast in my room. This was a life I could get used to, I chuckled as I downed the poached eggs and pastries. I zipped up my belongings and headed for the boat. The fun is probably over now, I thought. Up close, the docked cruise ship was massive, like nothing I had ever experienced before. I felt like an insect standing there on the dock, the ship’s hull towering above me.

The ship’s name, Regal Princess, was written in huge bold blue letters on either side of the bow. The ship’s blue-and-white logo of a woman’s face adorned with long, wavy hair was painted on the funnel. Her hair reminded me of gently flowing ocean waves. Well, that was the idea, of course. Cruise ship rule number one: get in the mood of your boat. The ship was a blinding white except for the semienclosed sets of orange lifeboats. I saw endless rows of windows and balconies. Later, I learned that the ship was fourteen stories tall. I could only imagine what surprises awaited me inside the ship.

I walked up the crew gangway, which was basically a large metal bridge, and crossed over into my new home. I met my fellow travelers at the crew boarding area on deck four, where all the new crew members boarding that day were instructed to leave our luggage and go through the security metal detectors. After that, we were ushered down a white steel corridor lined with the ship’s signature dark blue flooring to the crew office, where I had to hand over my passport. They would keep it there for the duration of my contract, so I wouldn’t just take off in some foreign country. They also took my picture for my ID card, gave me keys and a map of the ship, and instructed me to put my luggage in my cabin before finding the laundry area to pick up my uniform.

Then I found out that they didn’t have any more crew cabins available.

The crew purser handed me my key card and said, This must be your lucky day. This rarely happens, but we will need to put you in a passenger cabin for a while until a crew cabin becomes available. I wished I could complain, but so far things had been so perfect. I didn’t want to jinx a thing.

I needed to do as I was told.

"Ayyyy mama! You too, ah?" a young girl tossed her mane of blond hair to the side and planted her hands on her hips. Non ci posso credere!

I smiled because I didn’t really understand. Sorry?

"Penso che siamo compagne di stanza. Uh, when I get hot, I speak like I’m at home. Um, I think you are my roommate? Sorry. I am Savina."

Savina. I smiled wider. Bellissimo! She was so beautiful, I kept staring. And I wished that I had an accent like that.

Piacere di conoscerti, Savina said with a giggle. "I think we will be friends. You have the best body, look at you."

I blushed. I work out, I said. And so do you, obviously.

I know how to work it, too. Savina laughed. "Siamo fantastice! I mean to say ‘We are amazing!’"

Savina spoke in Italian half the time and English the other half. She told me she was from Monza, a town north of Milan, Italy. Her brother raced cars there at Autodromo Nazionale, a Formula One racetrack. Her parents were teachers. Monza and Kelowna? We were obviously distant cousins. Both looking for new adventures.

When Savina mentioned that she had never worked or even been on a cruise ship before, I figured I’d just hit the roommate jackpot. Savina was this close to perfect—and I instantly felt like we were destined to be friends. We could lose our cruise ship virginity together.

I wished Stephanie was here with me to share this experience. I’d have to write a letter to her, snail mail style. There was already so much to tell.

Because the ship was the length of three city blocks, finding our cabin on deck five felt a bit like a scavenger hunt. All the room doors looked the same. The carpet looked the same, too. I looked for signs as we walked straight down the metal corridor. Then we came upon a specific section outlined in bright yellow—this signified where the watertight doors would close in case of an emergency—painted up a metal staircase and crossing over into the passenger area of the ship. I immediately noticed the difference in design; this area was sophisticated, with warm chestnut-lined walls and plush blue carpets with gold designs instead of blank steel corridors.

Finally, Savina and I found our cabin, which was conveniently on the same deck as the front desk we would be manning.

Our cabin—or should I say passenger stateroom—was impressive. It had two porthole windows, which was rare for people in our position. I was elated to have some natural light shining into our cabin. There was a TV, phone, minifridge, safe, large closet, small sitting area with a table and two chairs, and a decent-size bathroom. It had a double bed with a single bunk bed above it; both had cozy navy, gold, and beige comforters with pillows that looked like they were strategically placed for maximum guest comfort. Savina and I each wanted the other to take the double bed, but she ultimately insisted I take it, and I decided not to argue.

We next went to the laundry area to pick up our uniforms. We were previously told that it was on deck two, port side, and closer to the stern of the ship, so we went back the same way we had come: back down the chestnut-lined hallways, through the door into the crew section, through the steel corridors, and down a couple of metal staircases, which brought us below the waterline (there were actually three full decks below the waterline). Unfortunately, the ship’s layout was rather confusing, and it was easy to get turned around and completely lost. Fortunately, neither of us was shy about asking questions, and making a few wrong turns helped us get our bearings.

When we finally reached the laundry area, we received our officer uniforms with a gold stripe on the shoulder. There were a few different uniforms we would have to wear at different times: a day uniform, which was a white skirt and a white collared short-sleeved shirt; a night uniform, which was a black skirt, long-sleeved white button-down shirt, black tie, and black suit jacket; an island night uniform, which was a black skirt with a white collared short-sleeved shirt; and a formal night uniform, which was a flowing, floor-length black skirt, long-sleeved white silk blouse, and bow tie. To top it all off, we also received a hat, though we rarely ended up wearing it.

Being officers, we always had to wear uniforms, whether or not we were on-duty. The only time we could wear our normal, or street clothing, was when we were in port and could go off the ship. The one exception was when we were tanning; under those circumstances, we could wear bathing suits.

Next on our to-do list was to change into our day uniforms and go to the front desk to meet our senior assistant purser (SAP). Savina and I were junior assistant pursers (JAP) and were considered petty officers.

We soon learned that there were different titles aboard the cruise ship that carried different rankings, and each of them bore different numbers and colors of stripes (epaulettes) on their uniforms. The more stripes a person has, the greater the authority they have. Someone’s rank will also tell you their work environment, cabin assignment, where they eat, emergency duty, and whether they have access to passenger facilities. The ship’s duty roster included:

The captain/master holds the highest rank on the ship, with four gold stripes on his uniform, often with a small motif above. He takes command and oversees the entire cruise ship’s operation to preserve the life and safety of the ship’s personnel and guests.

The staff captain is the second-in-command and is the head of the Deck Department, which oversees the ship’s navigation. The staff captain, who also has four gold stripes, but without the motif, is familiar with the master’s responsibilities and would be the one to assume command if there was ever a need.

Both the chief engineer and the hotel manager are considered executive officers, and they also have four stripes.

Next are those with three stripes, such as the chief security officer, safety officer, doctor, air-conditioning engineer, food and beverage manager, entertainment manager, housekeeping manager, and casino manager. The chief purser is also one of these department heads with three stripes, and they oversee the day-to-day running of the Purser’s Department, or front office, which manages the ship’s financial and administrative affairs and supervises front-desk operations, guest services, passenger embarkation and disembarkation, and so on. All the SAPs, APs, and JAPs report to the chief purser.

When I was working on the Regal Princess, most of the senior head officers were Italian. Savina sidled up to them all quickly. However, the main prerequisite for working in the front office was that you had to be fluent in English, so the crew members who worked with me were from all over the world, the majority from Britain and Canada, like me. There were a few from Germany and the United States, and one from South Africa. Lucky Savina stood out. Since I was her roommate, I got special treatment, too.

After our initial meeting with our SAP, he instructed us to get our life jackets from our cabins. The crew only boat drill would begin promptly at ten a.m. Life vests tied on, Savina and I headed to the muster station on deck seven, aka the promenade deck. From there, we headed over to the Vista Lounge. As we made our way into the lounge and found an empty spot to stand, I glanced around.

Savina nudged me. We look like models, no?

I chuckled. "No . . . okay, yes."

My eyes caught another crew member across the room.

Who is that good-looking guy? I wondered.

Love at First Sight

The stranger wore a uniform, too, but it looked better on him than on anyone else in the room. I could see his arms bulging through the sleeves. He had a chiseled jaw and white, straight teeth, like one of those models on a commercial. I couldn’t see his eyes because he was squinting as he smiled. I stared longingly, almost in a trance, as he chatted with another crew member. I stared until he turned, eyes opening wider.

He was looking right at me! At us! Savina was staring, too.

Let’s talk to him, Savina whispered in my ear, barely able to keep the giggles away.

What do we have to do at this drill? I stammered.

The man smiled as I spoke.

Savina tossed that hair to the side again and pursed her lips into a pout. I no like this vest, Savina said with a laugh, plucking at its zipper.

The man chuckled. "But it looks so lovely on you, on both of you."

She laughed. I squirmed. This was beginning to feel awkward.

But he was staring at me, not at Savina.

Savina pinched me. Earth to Tanya, she said. Someone is asking you a question.

Yes . . . The stranger smiled. What I said was . . . you look lovely.

Oh?

He had been trying to get my attention.

Is this your first boat drill? he said.

Sí! Sí! Savina chirped.

Well, then it’s my duty to welcome you aboard. Both of you. This is the muster station for all new crew members. It’s the lifeboat-boarding area in an emergency. But don’t worry. An officer will come soon and instruct us on what we need to do.

You’re just a fountain of information, aren’t you? I said, winking at him.

Now I was flirting shamelessly. I could see Savina out of the corner of my eye, secretly cheering me on.

I strolled over to the exquisite mahogany bar in the lounge. The room embraced me with its elegance: chandeliers, crystal track lighting, and several sitting areas for both large and small groups featuring comfy brown and dark blue leather chairs. Beautiful abstract paintings hung on the walls between enormous bay windows that looked out onto the open promenade deck. One side faced the ocean, while the other had a spectacular view of the port.

The lounge quickly filled with crew members in their life jackets. Some were wearing street clothes, and those of us on duty were wearing our uniforms and name tags, which included our countries of origin. How had I not looked at the stranger’s name tag until now?

Josef, Austria.

I’d never known anyone from Austria. He had this thick head of dirty blond hair, dimples, and tanned skin. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. And that name sounded so . . . well, romantic.

Josef, Austria.

Everyone grew quiet when the safety officer entered and demanded that we pay attention to the drill instructions. I broke from my trance and tried my best to focus. After all, this was my job. Where was my head?

In case of an emergency, always stay calm and collected, the safety officer said.

I needed to follow that advice right now.

He launched into what we should do to maintain safety for the ship’s guests and crew members. There was a substantial amount of information to learn. I had some work ahead of me.

When the drill ended and everyone started filing out, I was separated from Savina and ended up next to Josef. I could smell the musky scent of his cologne.

This is my first boat drill since being assigned to the ship three weeks ago, Josef said in a low voice. I could hardly hear him. He leaned closer. I was always excused from drills because I was in charge of the kitchen during—

Someone bumped into me and I nearly fell into Josef while he was talking. Oh, I let out a soft sigh. I’m so sorry.

Josef grabbed my elbow to steady me. No bother. Not at all.

Tanyaaa! I heard Savina coming toward us.

As she approached, everyone around us scattered back to their respective parts of the ship. Josef stood still, eyes still locked on me.

Nice meeting you, I said as I walked away from Josef, waving awkwardly.

He just nodded, grinned, and strode away to catch up to another shipmate. We were stuck on the same ship, so I assumed I would see him tomorrow or later, if I were lucky.

My thoughtful look caught Savina’s attention, because she clapped me on the back and shouted, Are you deaf? Let’s go!

She nudged me along so we could return to the front desk on deck five, where our supervisor was waiting to show us around and explain the JAP’s duties and procedures. We were almost late, but he didn’t seem to notice or care.

Once there, I tried to listen closely and pay careful attention, but my brain was in overload mode. There was so much to learn and see here.

The front desk, which is also called guest services, is the heart of the ship. Everywhere were vases of freshly cut flowers, which filled the air with a sticky-sweet scent, a scent so sweet I could almost taste it. Every detail was covered on this ship. The front office area was about twenty feet long, with five workstations. It had a marble countertop that accented the rich gold and blue carpets and classic pendant lighting.

It looked out into a sitting area filled with what seemed to be the Princess Cruise Line’s signature brown and blue leather couches and chairs. A majestic chandelier hung above it, setting off the deep-brown ceiling with intricate gold designs. Brown, gold, and blue had never been my favorite colors (I am more of an orange and pink girl myself). But the colors were warm, and just one day in this place was already beginning to grow on me.

Gorgeous landscape paintings covered the warm chestnut walls, with statues and vases strategically placed around the space. This was fancier than I’d expected. I felt out of place. Directly across from the desk was another handcarved mahogany bar and a bright atrium with an open staircase inviting guests to the upper decks.

After the JAP tour, Savina and I returned to our cabin to finish unpacking. At five, it was time for dinner. A few other front-office crew members showed us the way to the officers’ dining room, known aboard the ship as the officers’ mess. We sat together at a long rectangular table that had a crisp white tablecloth, with a folded napkin, a table setting, and a menu at each place. For I moment I wondered if we were in the right place. Had we somehow ended up in a passenger restaurant? However, just as I was starting to panic, a fellow crew member chimed in with, Isn’t this great? We get to order anything off the menu, like we’re passengers.

I couldn’t believe it.

Seriously? This is the life, I quipped.

As we walked back to our cabin after our meal, some of our dinner companions asked if we wanted to join a group of them for a drink in the Vista Lounge when they were finished with their shifts after seven.

Savina glanced in my direction but replied for the both of us.

Not tonight, Marco, Savina said with a groan.

I threw up my arms and stretched out one tanned leg, bowing a dramatic good-bye. See you around, boys.

Marco laughed and bowed back. You don’t know what you’re missing . . .

The group laughed and walked on. Neither Savina nor I felt much like a drink or a party. Besides, I had another guy—and his uniform—on my mind.

Back in our cabin, Savina and I both had to lie down. The ship’s rocking motion beneath our feet was too much for our stomachs. We were seasick.

I can’t just stay here, Savina said, rubbing her temples.

I grabbed a towel. Maybe a shower would help.

Savina grabbed my shoulder. No, silly, she cried. We can’t stay here. We need to go out.

A few moments later, we’d thrown our uniforms back on and headed up to the