"Timmy!" she yelled above the music. "I didn't see you go. Where have you been?" As if she didn't know.
"Had to get a glass of water. The music made me thirsty," he said loudly, taking his seat beside her. "This is a lousy program, Mom. What's next?"
"Drama in History," she said absently, her eyes on a flutist's mustache, wondering how he managed to play.
Timmy chomped on his apple, but in the face of his gustatory enjoyment she couldn't find the heart to tell him to be quiet.
At intermission, she left the Elroom to let Timmy take in the commercial and returned in time for the beginning of Drama in History.
There was a salt spray in the air and a cool wind whipped around them as the lights went out completely. The roar of waves grew loud and the deck creaked beneath their feet.
The ship moved through the dim light. Sailors stood like statues about the deck.