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I should have inferred it by logic had I thought about it - but I had not. The last time I had seen it - swimming without suits - I had been about twelve and it had been strictly a male privilege for boys that age or younger.
'I said, "What will you drink, Mr Graham'
'Oh! Sorry, I wasn't listening.'
'I know. You were looking. What will it be?'
'Uh... a Danish zombie.'
He blinked at me. 'You don't want that at this time of day; that's a skull splitter. Mmm - 'He waggled his fingers at someone behind me. 'Sweetheart, come here.'
I looked up as the summoned waitress approached. I looked and then looked twice. I had seen her last through an alcoholic haze the night before, one of two redheads in the hula chorus line.
'Tell Hans I want two silver fizzes. What's your name, dear?'
'Mr Henderson, you pretend just one more time that you don't know my name and I'll pour your drink right on your bald spot.'
'Yes, dear. Now hurry up. Get those fat legs moving.'
She snorted and glided away on limbs that were slender and graceful. The purser added, 'A fine girl, that. Her parents live just across from me in Odense; I've known her since she was a baby. A smart girl, too. Bodel is studying to be a veterinary surgeon, one more year to go.'
'Really? How does she do this and go to school, too?'
'Most of our girls are at university. Some take a summer off, some take a term off - go to sea, have some fun, save up money for next term
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