“I’m glad Sarge and Miss Marple aren’t battling it out, but I will be glad to see my little man in three days. After this afternoon, I must admit I’m feeling a little combat weary.” Tricia didn’t comment. The gangplank was filled with other passengers returning from shore, and Tricia wondered if they’d make it through the gauntlet in time for afternoon tea. Still, they headed back to their suite to change into more formal attire. Sebastian had once again done his magic, transforming the suite to its glory, and once again there was another gift waiting for Tricia. This time, it was flowers; her favorite calla lilies. The card said, For someone special. “Well, somebody sure knows what you like,” Angelica said. “This has to mean that whoever is sending you gifts knows you pretty intimately.” Tricia wasn’t sure she liked that descriptor. She’d had intimate relations with two men during her time in Stoneham: Russ Smith, who was now happily married to someone else, and Chief Grant Baker, who had been out of her dating picture for quite some time.
