In a broad sweep, Joan pointed to the suite’s bathroom. “Stop sputtering at me and go shower.”
Fine. Shower, clean sheets, get the woman out of the room. FINE!
Walking with an embarrassing aching lady-parts gait, Eugenia abandoned the cleaning tornado to hose down.
Warm water eased hurts. Clean teeth livened the mind. Smelling like herself, and not like the aftermath of too much sex, did help.
But only so much.
When the faucet turned off and a towel hit sore skin…
Eugenia was stuck.
Stuck staring.
Apparently, stripper clothes they had by the hundreds, but regular dresses were hard to come by. Leaving her option the same blue dress from months back, bloodstain gone and buttons replaced.
There was no lacy underwear.
Which was just fine. Abused skin needed to breathe.
Red curls wet and drooping, left eye black and swollen, lip cut, bruises just about everywhere, Eugenia looked in the mirror and saw how much older she’d grown. No longer a fresh-eyed girl ready to take on the world.
Now all woman. One who’d learned that the world bit back.
Shivering in the air conditioning.
The door muffled Joan’s holler. “Are you coming, or am I drinking this vodka by myself?”
Eugenia had barely been old enough to drink when the bombs fell. And now sperm might be meeting egg in her fallopian tube where an embryo would bounce around for days on its journey to the uterus… and a midwife was offering her hard liquor.
Hard liquor Eugenia was absolutely not going to turn down.
Bathroom abandoned, she found their positioning was all wrong. Joan had taken Eugenia’s seat, leaving Eugenia to sit where the captain would sit. Not that she was going to say anything, but it felt backward.
Sitting in general felt uncomfortable.
“Drink up.” They clicked tumblers, Joan adding, “I can get you more ice if you need it.”
Swallowing the whole thing, blowing air from pursed lips, it took Eugenia a moment to ask what Joan’s expression made it clear they both knew was coming. “Can you get me off the boat?”
Topping off Eugenia’s glass with another splash of vodka, the older woman curled her lip. “Yes, but I won’t. You do test my patience to no end, but that doesn’t mean I want to see you dead. And that’s all that’s out there, young lady.”
Glancing over her shoulder out the captain’s floor-length windows to the rotting woods, Eugenia asked, “But there’s gotta be somewhere good, right?”
“You remind me so much of my daughter. She had her head in the clouds too. Such a dreamer…” A sad smile, a wistful sigh. “Avery was in LA shooting a pilot—sure she’d be the next big thing. No one who knew her would have doubted it for a minute.”
Vodka worked its magic. Or maybe it was that view, or the company, or the general fucked-upness her life had become. “I’m not sure what to say to that.”
“It’s a big ship, Eugenia.”
“Someone else phrased it in exactly those same words.”
“Tennis and basketball courts, multiple running tracks, playgrounds, three theaters, a massive promenade—every part repurposed to maintain and protect life. The conference center is now a classroom. There’s a medical bay—”
Eugenia raised her hand. “I get where you’re going.”
“I don’t think you do.”