eight and seventy. a couple o' spams
[Spam for the husband:]
[The morning had been rather...trying. Angelica had spent most of it in the bathroom, half sobbing over memories that had been stirred and half cursing the Admiral for his stupidity and recklessness, but now she was ready to face her husband and apologise for being so cold to him the previous night. She hadn't known he had been trying to protect her. She couldn't have known.]
[Spam for Sveta:]
[The day had been quiet enough, or at least was calmer than most days on the Barge, so Angelica sought the company of her friend after dinner. She didn't know what Sveta had wished to speak to her about, but was happy for a social outing considering how frantic and confusing the last week had been for everyone.
Arms crossed and a smile already on her face, Angelica knocked at her door and waited for Sveta to answer.]