âIâm sure in the small amountof time the crew has off, they scheme to sabotage the passengersâ diets.â
âOf course they do, sugar,â Wally agreed, playing along with the joke as he and Skye wandered through the portrait gallery.
Here, the shipâs photographers posted the pictures theyâd taken of the passengers both on board and in port. In an attempt to spur impulse purchases, the gallery was strategically placed between the dining rooms and the entertainment venues. Panels and panels of plastic holders lined the walkway, and it often took folks several sweeps to locate their own photos.
âThe bartenders plot how to get their customers to overindulge and become drunken fools, too,â Wally added as an apparently inebriated couple did a conga down the gallery.
Skye chuckled, then pointed. âThere we are when we embarked.â She and Wally were posed in front of a background of painted palms with a huge banner reading B ON V OYAGE D IAMOND C OUNTESS strung between the trees.
âDo you want to buy it?â Wally asked, reaching for the print.
âMaybe.â Skye peered more closely at the photo, then shook her head. âMy eyes are half closed.â
They strolled on to the next set of pictures, stopping next to one of Skye and Wally on the beach. Theyâd been lying side by side on the sand when the photographer had taken the shot.
âHow about this one?â Wally tapped the plastic shield. âSince you have your sunglasses on, you canât tell if your eyes are open or shut.â
Skye was okay with being quite a bit curvier than present fashion dictated, but a swimsuit revealed everything. And because sheâd acquiesced to Wallyâs pleading, she was wearing a two-piece suit. It was by no means a bikini, having a high-waisted bottom and a full-coverage bandeau top, but still . . .
âIâm not thrilled with pictures of me dressed that way,â she said. âOr I should say undressed that way.â
âI am.â Wally put his arm around her and hugged her to his side.
âIâm sure thereâll be plenty of other snapshots of us we can buy.â
âYou look terrific,â Wally insisted. âI want this picture for my desk so when itâs below zero and the mayor is driving me crazy, itâll remind me of cuddling with you on a tropical beach.â
âWell, since you put it that way . . .â How could she be self-conscious about her body when her new husband obviously loved her the way she was? âGo ahead.â
While Wally stood in line to make his purchase, Skye listened to the disembodied voice on the PA system urging passengers to attend the various activities taking place throughout the ship. She was so glad that the incessant loudspeaker announcements were not audible in their cabin. If they wanted to hear the broadcasts, they could tune one of the three televisions in their suite to the shipâs channel, but they werenât continually bombarded by the annoying messages.
When Wally returned holding a cardboard folder with the intricate
Diamond Countess
logo emblazed in gold across a background of aquamarine waves, he asked, âDo you want to see one of the shows tonight? According to the
Diamond Dialogue
thereâs a ventriloquist in the Pioneer Lounge, a country-and-western party on deck, and a Broadway production in the theater.â
âThe singers and dancers might be fun,â Skye decided. âWe get enough country music in Scumble River, and ventriloquists creep me out.â She made a face. âVince had this scary dummy that he used to torment me with when we were little.â
âSome of your stories about your brother make me glad I was an only child.â Wally put his palm on the small of her back and steered her toward the stern. âAtleast by the time Quentin came to live with us, the only thing I had to worry about was him