ABSTRACT
The reflected sunlight flickered between Geraldine’s lashes; and passengers pacing the deck went by as shadows. She wasn’t quite dozing; she was aware of a substantial shadow passing, hesitating and returning. A man sat down in the adjoining steamer chair. Geraldine paid no attention; she felt extinct and invisible. This was the second day out. The first day, she had remained in her stateroom, sodden with sadness.
