She had such a contented look as she gnawed on a ham bone. She held it in her front paws, turned it from side to side. Occasionally it would slip and fall to the deck. She’d grab it then freeze, see if anyone might challenge her for this prize. Then she’d be lost again in the glory of the moment. Enjoy it, girl, Laura thought. After eating so well, she had to admit, good food could make one happy. For the moment. Earlier, as the women sat about the deck, devouring the rich fare Smitty had prepared, they no longer seemed to be sailing a ship of sorrow. Women who hadn’t said a word in days chatted casually and freely, exchanging memories of past meals enjoyed with family and friends in better times. Many had shared recipes, ways they would have prepared the meal differently. Several had offered Smitty suggestions. He nodded here and there, feigning interest. This went on for over an hour. Combined with the heat that faded with the setting sun and the strong, steady breeze . . . Laura had actually felt something very close to joy herself.
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