"Quite an event," he said quietly, "Blue Sea stopping at Peetkern."
"This is Virgil Christian," said Lila. "Virgil lives next door."
"He lost his wife," Theo explained, "so he eats with us now."
No wife, no cooking. Why not eat next door?
Nola brought fresh pineapples to the table, tomatoes and a platter of chicken. She was about 15, with dark hair and eyes; strongly Tahitian in appearance. Bary, about 4 years old, had English features and blond hair.
Lila kept on cooking. Nola brought fried fish, homemade bread, rice pudding and an enormous bowl of hot chocolate.
"Will you have some fried eggs?" Lila asked me. I hadn't seen an egg for days, but I had to turn down more food.
"Do you mind if I smoke?" I said. So far I had seen no one do it.
"Sure, sure!" said Theo. "Now look, Cap, we have no use for tobacco on the island, but you do as you please."
"Let him smoke if he wants to," Lila said mildly.