Flirting at the Funeral
Below them, a power-boat backed slowly out of its berth in the marina, twin outboards bubbling and grumbling at its stern. Matty settled the bottle in the ice-bucket, watching the boat as it swung through a half-turn in the crowded dock and gathered way, heading for the harbour-mouth and open water. A young man in a dazzlingly white shirt waved to her from the cockpit and she blew a kiss at him.
