![]() ![]() The cupboard was that way too, but she wasn’t about to make that mistake again. She must have been wandering towards the TV, or maybe the bathroom. ![]() She was halfway across the living room carpet. Stuck in the middle of the city with no one to – ![]() Weeks of meals for one, falling asleep in front of the TV, watching happy couples in bars and shops and restaurants. The men must be so lonely, stuck in the middle of the sea with no one to love. No wonder there was a mad rush at phone time. Men with wives, children, pets, and friends they didn’t see for half a year. At least Sean only did trips of a month: some of the engineers were away for six months at a time. Rebecca understood, even though it was a shame that they had such little phone time. It had been nearly a week, but the phones on the oil rig were always in high demand. She pottered around the flat, checking the front door was locked and deciding which soup to heat. Almost six: she’d better get some dinner on. She’d have to make sure they were all healed before Sean got home, or he would know what she’d been doing. Rebecca’s hands were a mess: swollen with tiny cuts, peppered with dry patches. ![]()
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