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Chapter Twenty-Two
Even-More Later
"It smells strange, Tommie." I grimaced as we walked together. He had brought me to the Harland and Wolff Shipyards. The moon was bright, and the stars were shining. "What did you expect?" Tommie replied. I laughed, and looked up at the night sky. There weren't many people around now, but a few were dotted around in groups. Tommie greeted all of them, and they all seemed to know each other. They were eager to meet me, for some reason; I guess word got around about me (God knows where from). But we were alone, in a deserted corner of the yard. "Nellie, look." Tommie whispered. Sure enough, there were several comets streaking across the sky.
"A Shooting star," I breathed. "Aren't we supposed to wish on it?"
"Why would you?"
"Because…. You just do, I guess."
"I don't need to, Nellie. I have everything I need, right here." He nuzzled my neck, placing warm kisses on my skin.
"I love you." He murmured.
"I love you, too, Tommie." My lips met his, and our noses settled together. We would have kissed longer, if a few workmates of Tommie's hadn't walked past. They whistled to Tommie, who met them with blank silence. They continued on their way, but my cheeks were hot with embarrassment.
"Come on, you must be exhausted." Tommie said finally.
"I'm not! I protested.
"I am." Tommie finished.
"Fine. But, you know Tommie, that shooting star may have been a good omen for Titanic." I added thoughtfully.
"Maybe." Tommie agreed. A good omen, I had wished. I'm sure that the Heavens will keep those ships – and, more importantly, Tommie – from harm.