Rumors

Dinner was just as much a whispering, staring match as breakfast had been, but by now, Charlie no longer cared at all what the other First Class passengers had to say, and a few times when he caught gloved hands covering faces, obviously speaking about him, he waved across the room, causing the mumbling ninnies to blush in embarrassment.

“Heard you had a bit of excitement on the Third Class promenade this morning, Charlie,” Molly mentioned with a knowing smile halfway through the event.

“We did,” Charlie affirmed. “Lots of excitement indeed, Ms. Molly.”

“What happened?” one of the older gentlemen at the table asked.

Charlie realized all eyes were suddenly on him. They were probably wondering what he was doing on the Third Class promenade in the first place. Well, if they wanted to know, they had better muster the courage to ask. Otherwise, he would answer the question with as little detail as possible. &ldqu