She lingered in the shower, took her time selecting shorts and a top as if it mattered. She even put in a few minutes with makeup, pleased when the dawdling transformed her into a girl. Time enough, she decided, and went to hunt for Gull. When she stepped out of her quarters, Matt stepped out of his. “Wow.” She gave him and his dark suit and tie a lusty eyebrow wiggle. “And I thought I looked good.” “You do.” “What, do you have a hot date? Going to a wedding, a funer—” She broke off, mentally slapped herself. “Oh, God, Matt, I forgot. I wasn’t thinking. You’re going to Dolly’s funeral.” “I thought I should, since we’re off the fire.” “You’re not going by yourself? I’d go with you, but I’ve got to be the last person the Brakemans want to see today.” “It’s okay.
