She dons her summer clothes, frowning as the air grows even warmer around them. The western coast of Africa is the suggestion of a shadow on the horizon, but she can't help staring in its direction, for a moment missing the stability of land against the shaking of the boat. It rolls her stomach for only a second, but she forces it to calm, forces her mind from the thought. Almost reluctantly, she turns away from the railing, but her skin feels blissful in the shade.
Before turning down the stairs she recognizes her husband's voice, and turns to peer around the shaded promenade on the port side. She smiles as she spies him with Rabbi Kaplan half-way down the line of tables. The rabbi holds a cup of tea and Max a smoldering cigarette in their gesticulating hands, and she can only just recognize the speech enough to know it is Hebrew. She grins softly to herself before heading back to the stairs. Max's expression had been frustrated as he struggled to remember more words, but his smile seemed relaxed enough, his eyes peaceful and free of exhaustion.
In a quiet little corner of the lobby, Emily waits with a book in her hands. She smiles as Liesel draws nearer.
"What would you like to go over today?" she says by way of greeting, setting the book aside.
"Hebrew, please," she supplies, pulling a workbook from her overlarge bag and setting it gently on the table between them. And they begin with new vocabulary.